I stood alone on the egde of the night.
Listening to the waves as they beckon the light .
Darkness surrounds the whole of my soul,this murky deep blackness that is so cold.
Lost and lovelorn is my plight I asked you to be with me here tonight.
But that was not what fate had in store, Alone with my demons I stand on the shore .
How did I get here so close to deaths door.
The cool salty water beckons me forth, with the promise of peace and enduring warmth.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
I stood alone on the egde of the night.
Listening to the waves as they beckon the light .
Darkness surrounds the whole of my soul,this murky deep blackness that is so cold.
Lost and lovelorn is my plight I asked you to be with me here tonight.
But that was not what fate had in store, Alone with my demons I stand on the shore .
How did I get here so close to deaths door.
The cool salty water beckons me forth, with the promise of peace and enduring warmth.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
They knew me better then I knew myself, my found brothers.
Then saw into my soul and named me accordingly
After a fortnight my name was written upon the sky and the elders rejoiced
Gone from my soul was my Christian name and in its place the name of my true essence
It took me many years to understand my name is, flys alone and Iam a warrior.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
Dont look for the man you used to know , I cut his chains and freed him long ago.
I buried him with all his grief, freed forever from past
His soul born again alas.
Iam not who you may think, not god nor man. Let go of the past and be who I'am .
There was a time when you owned me a willing slave I will no longer be.
The sun now bright and the air so clean
I start anew with my slate clean.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Her eyes carried the fire that could only be felt in ones soul.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Being the hopeless romatic in the face of reality , Is the loneliest place to be
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
To be the poet is really not that much
To be the inspiration
That takes a certain touch.
I struggle with the words to capture that time. Alone with the vision of you so sublime.
The worse part of having a muse.
Is that to them you are of no use.
If anyone cared this much about you to focus their day on all that you do.
You would feel so happy, its what you want most . But your eyes are blind to this simple host.
You search so long for someone to hold you dear all the while I'am right here.
My words written here you'll likely never see and the love that I felt will be felt but by me.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
Missing one part to make me whole just one little part to complete my soul
The thing I cant have is easy to find. I see it everyday but it will never be mine.
I held it in my hand for a very brief time. I held it very tightly
Not wanting to part
The thing I'll never have well it is your heart.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
You knew you werent the one but you went in anyway
No your sad its a mess and they just walked away .
You let yourself be brought here you bared your very soul
You knew you werent good enough but you never thought they were that cold .
Your heart will always betray you it doesn't know the rules
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
The ink of a poets pen is filled from the well of heartache
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC