Untitled
You inoculated me, so I was immune to your love
Gave me just a taste then dried me up
Time and space coagulates in place
Congealing and sealing everything you took away
No more conscious volition I enter submission
Just outside my peripheral vision
The sound of your hand saying goodbye is a wavelength
I no longer hold flowers, I am just an empty vase
And the music in ...
Thursday 28th May 2015 11:15 pm
What Is Love
When you kiss me and the worst parts of me perish
And only the best parts of myself regenerate
That's love
When you see my demons and the contours of my shame
And still think I am brave
That's love
When you lend me money even though you can't afford it
And I don't have enough to pay you back
That's love
When I turn to sand in your arms
And you scul...
Thursday 28th May 2015 11:09 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Start Monday
2 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Tyrants Fall
18 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The 'Perfect Son'
29 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
33 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
34 minutes ago
Stephen Atkinson on The Poem Of Life
2 hours ago
Martin Elder on Call me soon
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on for the Unbroken
3 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Between Morning and Night
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on HAIKU DON BHLIAIN 2025 [UIMHIR A TRÍ DÉAG]
4 hours ago