Far From Perfect !
written by me ,Bink
The People are Strange
people around, humans lives.. words that come from my mind
Strange Meetings
The subject of this poem bears no resemblance to Wilfred Owen's prophetic poem set in WW1. I just thought of how, when you get to a certain age, your life seems to be punctuated by these "strange" meetings. And yet to quote another author, "we beat on, boats against the current."
Blind Date
An oldie and a goldie.
No Title
I was reading through the poetry of Elo and it inspired me to write this. It's great that we can be inspired by other "poets."
Nevermind
When you got to cut ties, with someone who is only hurting you.
River
Show me a sign of troubles in your heart. Spare me your lies and tell me that you're mine. Made me a slave to the secrets of your silence. But you told me to stay. And you told me you're mine. And our bodies float on the river to the oceans of demise
Faith In Others
The grave of our youth is up ahead. And life has become a burden. We move in circles of suppressed despair. Waiting for the sun. And turning stones to find evidence. But it hides in the recesses of our hearts. A written decree of our loss. And we car
The rupture
Just a simple lyric poem