Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

youth (Remove filter)

Recent Comments

John Coopey on Eradicating an old flame pain
35 minutes ago

Reggie's Ghost on Wild Dogs
2 hours ago

rob1967able on tearing us apart.
3 hours ago

Manish Singh Rajput on Sitting To Write
6 hours ago

Manish Singh Rajput on Peninsula
6 hours ago

Carpe Diem on Breathe
6 hours ago

Tim Higbee on Peninsula
10 hours ago

Auracle on In memoriam...
12 hours ago

Auracle on Fred's dilemma
12 hours ago

Auracle on Another Shadow
13 hours ago

The Epitome

Those shadows the epitome of time

let me bruise them so they cannot move,

make those pale moments clearer

in the light of the hurt-

a life no longer drenched

in shapes eclipsing the stopwatch,

now I can pause time when I want to

escaping the minutes for hours,

see the clouds in still shift,

alluding to an illusion

of some fading minute,

the hands of the clock skim ...

Read and leave comments (1)

yearsyouthmemoriestime

Too Young, Too Old

Sat here again splaying the phrases

almost photographic, tapping minds

into my aged remarks letting frame

pictures grey those partitions wise,

but the room years pursuit for youth,

dragging that pen for a crayon,

drawing foetal scrawls on umbilical walls

confused written out in blind art,

too young to be theirs, too old to be mine.

Read and leave comments (0)

youthage

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message