I felt me, Sad, anxious with a heavy heart, Then I looked at me in the mirror, Not bad, pretty, It smiled, quirky, With a bit of mischief. Hmm, I looked back again, It had confidence, Gone was the sorrow, It burst into laughter, I felt better. 29/10/2024
Was my neighbour's daughter, She was blossoming into a beauty day by day, Her fragrance played havoc with my senses, So I became her butterfly, Hovering around her night and day. 29/10/2024
I've been to the crushing place. It smells of death, and spider mums. Daisy chains dropped when the music died. The lake is murky now. Clowns roam the street, looking for carnivals and meat. Silly boys still believe in love and dreams, and girls that like opera and giving head. This world is strange, and Picasso walks the lonely avenues, feeding seagulls' peanuts and paint. No one blames him. It's his blue period. All the while, an old bent man plays the guitar. He smells like camels, and hope.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur5pZxbd7hE Link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry.
amor tardius occidit We should have been so much more. Now we're just a torn page in a finished book. The memories are fading, but the pain still lingers. I still smell you on my fingers. I still taste you on my tongue. Love kills slowly; a backward glance from an invisible god. I'm a bird that sings, but cannot fly. I'm the ticking of a clock. A rocking chair.
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Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XN9CrqlcvIY