My Reality
This is an old one when I was down in the dumps. Reflecting back on it makes me realise how much has changed in a year and life is actually pretty amazing right now.
uv gone away
my love where could u b did u fly away why didnt u stay i thaught i found the i 4 me i would love u eternaly u crawled in 2 my heart then u tore it apart 2 try n make a brand new start my love there was only u n my life the only thing that felt rite
Time to say goodbye and hitch a ride...
I no longer seek them... I have now found them... Deep down inside searching who I am...Nothing really matter anymore of who I am... Life goes on when I am gone...Think happy thoughts here when I am gone... This is the time when the clock hits twelve
Hearts Tear
Do we not all sometimes?
Elusive Key
Who am I someone alone Just a guy name unknown Invisible man With an invisible life Where pages past The same today write Trapped in the hours of time Bound by the nothing of me Mocked to search and find What is known as the successful e
Have you seen the old man.
This is a poem I wrote about the dispossessed, the vagrant, the unknown lonely soul who haunts the streets of anytown we've all seen them walked past them but how many remember them, we could be that person if circumstances were different.
Superwoman
Like a woman, I learnt to carry myself, Long before fully grasping what it means to be a woman. Like women do, I often glance at my mirror not recognising the woman on the other side. My eyes meet her eyes and tears that sting like acid rai
Pale Sea
I have had a bad day.
GOOD BYE
the wind it eccos the sound of silance the song bird sings with out a sound. the rain is dry as the children they cry. and the puddles of dust cover the ground. vulaturs there lurk and death gives a smerk. for its life he has come to take away.
~I'm Here~
I'm here somewhere, somewhere in my own world, I'm here. I'm here physically but not mentally, a place where I'm alone, I'm here. I'm in a place wondering where life is taking me, I'm here. I'm in a dream, a dream of wishful thinking that
Lonely Land
Mr. sun could you shine all the time When you go down I sadly find I must live in lonely land Impossible for you to remain radiantly still night time shall surely come again With it's edging flowing shadows of chill Where I must live in lone
Cards On The Table
I want my mate.
Those Three Little Words
The aging woman sits in her chair It is placed by the window and next to the clock Her image has changed. The color of gray lives on every hair After 3, she watches the children as she sits in her chair and rocks The night was exactly 25 years
Awakening
Woke up again this morning, donned my clothes Trying hard to hide my melancholy I joined you for breakfast and coffee And we continued our lie, you and I You continued to over-shadow unbearably Every day now it is similar, today is worse Over
old man
Old and weathered Distant in the eyes Pulsating vain A minute has gone by Seperated by years A breath that once was young Drug across the boards Old man's feet Falling face first Down he went Few feet from memories Of his past Crawling on
Silence played on
For in the distance i see another store closing right in front of me. No more voices in there of friends will i hear. Only quiet all around not not a person not a sound. I see it disappearing right in front of me. the family i made there.
What Happened to that Girl
I tell myself that everything’s going to be OK, That there is no reason for all of this pain, The time it took to change, the time it took to See all those mistakes, The life I had, I can’t have back, The choices I made affected me in all those
I got the power........
Who give you strengh..... when everything turned on to be night black? Who picks you up..... when you are down and nobody understand you? Who show you the way you shall walk, when you dont know? Who give you faith on the morning day, we kno
Inside Out
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness Outside live
Lands Forgotten
Little children in lands forgotten Hungry and alone are they Little children of lands forgotten Envy to survive for one more night and one more day Little eyes see the heartache Little hands that have no toys with which to play Little hope t
sitting and waiting
just made this up reminds me of my dog i once had
HARD ROMANCE
Why is life so hard to live....Why do so many take rather than give...They take your love then throw it away....And it happens to so many people eveyday.....So eveyday there is pain...And your life is never the same.....Is there a cure for a broken h
Waiting For The Meeting.
online communication
Flames Through An Open Door.
Her ghost returning for a few hours or what ever meaning you get from the words...
The Conversation That Never Began
From a distance I saw her As she came closer I only said hello We had met by chance once before Long long ago This time is no different Is it a trance or a spell And tomorrow what I remember Of a story I try to tell Our eyes meet the sa
Loneliness.
Alone
Ghost Story
My first written poem for the new year 2013, it starts with a journey into the supernatural world with...."Ghost Story", set in eerie Scotland around Halloween time.
Between The Lines
Here I go, at it again, but next time who knows when? And this one could be the last of all, with all the things I can do, none more important than when I do them for you, to do my best is my test, something I think I have failed again, to many thoug
The Tribute To Jennifer
This was my last written poem for 2012, it is a tragic poem of what happens to people when they do the wrong thing. please accept this offering. "The Tribute To Jennifer"
The Prisoner
nothing to say
Someday
It took me many years to learn that I had to stop trying so hard to make others happy and make myself happy first or I would never be home.
This Old Tree!
Nothing lasts forever!
nakam mohabbat
Bari mushkil se bnaya tha khud ko oske kabil,,,, osny ye keh k chor dia tumse mohabbat tu hai par panay ki khowaish nahi
Since Sandy Hook...the dead pile up
this is not a complete list of all the gun deaths since the sandy hook tragedy...and gun violence was much worse during this time span two years ago. for practical purposes, all the weaponry one should actually need in our nation is a shotgun and a single shot rifle...if they should need any at all (in my humble opinion).
Shadows and Sun
Wow when I read this one now and remember back to where I was, what a difference. I believe that everything happens for a reason, I don't know the reasons for that period of my life, but they helped make me the person I am today so no regrets.
Broken Heart
Was use and throw away
Secret of the Rose
For many years the only way I let my feelings out was writing, but nobody ever read it. I didn't believe enough in myself. Things sure have changed :)
Which Way?
This poem was written years ago when I had to make a very hard choice. I definately was not the person then that I have now become :)
of the beholder
mishmash in my bath, on about a saturday night....FREE BATHS FOR EVERYONE! except maybe.....er, you over there...
The Land of Enchantment!
Indian hunter's paradise and a future mine dream of mine!
Goodbye, Chow, Gotta Run, See You. It's been fun..
I only wish the best for you my friends. Take good care of one another, after all that is what we are meant to do. I will still drop in to read your gifted words. Thank you for everything. I love you. Stay Blessed, Pink.
Friday
How come Friday is the one, where we can’t wait for it to come Saturday is the day, when we get to play and party the night away Sunday is the one; that on Saturday we wish had not done what we had done Monday is spent looking for a chair, after t