My Mountain-Top
My Mountain-Top; My everything.
As I walk and talk my way up the mountian top, I shed one last tear.
As it falls, I see it isnt exactly clear.
This was my life, this was my purpose?! Pretty lame if you ask me.
But you didn't so I'll contiinue.
Thinking of "HER"! But talking to him, and fucking her.
To do is what is unknown. Lost, for this is the reason I am on my mountain-top.
...Thursday 11th June 2015 1:47 pm
matrix
Sittin in my room, this! this heartfelt. room full of doom.
Tuesday 19th May 2015 3:50 am
Recent Comments
Jon on Innocents' Deadly Foe
4 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Good to be back!
11 minutes ago
Mike McPeek on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Finedon
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 28. Politic-toc-tic-toc-tic toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic]
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
8 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
9 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Target
10 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Haven for timelessness
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on “Song without Words” for Sir Keir Starmer [With Apologies to Fanny and Felix Mendelssohn]
10 hours ago