I'm standing at the edge of cliffs that stretch on through Norway.
Looking down I see another me.
Deciding if I've got what it takes to go through this doorway.
I'm at a junction of paths with more than your average split.
I've got endless roads which lead nowhere.
Apprehension in my voice but I can't see where you won't fit.
You're a little special though because I smile like a fool when you're near.
You won't see me with the same eyes.
That's all I'll ever fear.
We stayed up late last night.
Together - you could have left.
Though I'm glad you stayed.
Was it me you stayed for?
Your a natural beauty more than these rocks and views in the Kjerag.
It's more than body, pulse and heart.
Its all of you I've gotta have.
When I thought I'd met them all.
Struggling to find a spark.
I've never met anyone like you.
Now you're all I think of in the dark.
Take my hand and show me love
Out beyond the imaginary.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
growing up my mom taught me a lot of things,
but she never taught me about the lies boys carry in their pockets.
she always told me that i will find him,
by him she meant the one who will have my heart forever.
but she forgot to tell me about the lies,
the deceit and the pain.
she never told me that some days would be heaven,
while some were hell.
she never prepared me for the burning that i would get,
the burning in my throat and lungs from the day he left me.
she never prepared me,
prepared me for the expectations of perfection,
she only told me that they would love me for me.
she never told me,
told me that i would spend days in my room crying,
crying because my heart had sank to my knees and i couldnt stand it anymore.
she never taught me,
taught me how to move on,
move on after my love became a never ending boomerang of sadness.
my mom never prepared me,
prepared me for the boys who say i love you with their crooked lips while their eyes wandered.
she never told me how dangerous these boys were,
the ones who always knew what to say.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Quitting is a fear,
To the people whose near,
Giving up in here,
Working without a cheer.
Quitter's never win,
Every single breath they take,
Every moment each take,
It doesn't make you win when other's you hurt.
Quitting is chance,
Giving you a glance,
That makes you feel uncomfortable in this land,
That's why quitters never win and have no chance in a Game.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
The youngsters traipse and arm in arm
Trying not to be too alarmed
The enter pubs they smell of fear
When they awake they reek of beer
They are young and wont to drink
By day they fill a page with ink
Such a pure unrefined joy
It is to be a girl or boy
They cover the streets as they walk home
(In groups, very seldom alone)
With ***** and ***** and chip wraps
They deserve a jacket with straps.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
All that I owe the fellows of the grave
And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates
Lies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood,
Like senna stirs along the ravaged roots.
O all I owe is all the flesh inherits,
My fathers' loves that pull upon my nerves,
My sisters tears that sing upon my head
My brothers' blood that salts my open wounds
Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop,
My fallen filled, that had the hint of death,
Heir to the telling senses that alone
Acquaint the flesh with a remembered itch,
I round this heritage as rounds the sun
His windy sky, and, as the candles moon,
Cast light upon my weather. I am heir
To women who have twisted their last smile,
To children who were suckled on a plague,
To young adorers dying on a kiss.
All such disease I doctor in my blood,
And all such love's a shrub sown in the breath.
Then look, my eyes, upon this bonehead fortune
And browse upon the postures of the dead;
All night and day I eye the ragged globe
Through periscopes rightsighted from the grave;
All night and day I wander in these same
Wax clothes that wax upon the aging ribs;
All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.
Then look, my heart, upon the scarlet trove,
And look, my grain, upon the falling wheat;
All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
I'm grateful for your service
If you served our nation
And you did what you had to do
One grandfather served
In North Africa
And faced Rommel's Korps
The other survived countless hours
Of depth charges
On a submarine
And returned safely to shore
Thank you veterans for your service
We are in debt to you
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
I
A speckled cat and a tame hare
Eat at my hearthstone
And sleep there;
And both look up to me alone
For learning and defence
As I look up to Providence.
I start out of my sleep to think
Some day I may forget
Their food and drink;
Or, the house door left unshut,
The hare may run till it's found
The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.
I bear a burden that might well try
Men that do all by rule,
And what can I
That am a wandering-witted fool
But pray to God that He ease
My great responsibilities?
II
I slept on my three-legged stool by the fire.
The speckled cat slept on my knee;
We never thought to enquire
Where the brown hare might be,
And whether the door were shut.
Who knows how she drank the wind
Stretched up on two legs from the mat,
Before she had settled her mind
To drum with her heel and to leap?
Had I but awakened from sleep
And called her name, she had heard.
It may be, and had not stirred,
That now, it may be, has found
The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
And I lost you
Just like that
Every promise
Every memory
Every second
You changed your mind overnight
And now I'll spend the rest of my life wondering why
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Let me be brief to tell this tale
The nights been wild, there's been a gale.
Once my path did cross a stranger
He led me into enigmatic danger.
In my haste to avoid death
I tilted my neck and felt his breath.
This evil I invited in
Has led me into carnal sin.
Yet in this state in know no hell
Between two planes is where I dwell.
I traded my soul and lost all joy
He befriended and loved me as a decoy.
In consorting with this demonic beast
I was entered in hells feast.
Evil took over my corrupted brain
And turned me onto the human food chain.
I have no feelings of regret now
Just an instant hit adrenaline, pow!
Evil is as evil does
Now it's too late for god to help us.
I'll be gone before the dawn
No more to see gods holy morn.
now it's too late for him to help you
An unholy existence you start anew.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC