thoughts (Remove filter)
What's the point
What's the point of dreaming
If I'm not sleeping
What's the point of my legs
If I'm not walking
What's the point of my imagination
If I'm not thinking
And what's the point of my eyes
If I'm not seeing
What's the point of those words
That my heart is writing
What's the point of those feelings
That my soul is screaming
What's the point of everything
When only me is here
And what'...
Wednesday 12th July 2023 11:33 pm
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on June 2025 Collage Poem: You Watched the Trains Come, You Watched the Trains Go
4 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Poetry Is Pain
9 hours ago
David RL Moore on Too late too late
1 day ago
Rolph David on Love The Light, Embrace The Rain
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The roads taken
1 day ago
Red Brick Keshner on still, the Earth breathes
1 day ago
Marnanel Thurman on The roads taken
1 day ago
Red Brick Keshner on where shadows do not drown
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
1 day ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on The Policemen Arrest The Men.
1 day ago