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336 · Apr 2012
Empty. 10 w
Paul Hardwick Apr 2012
Now my mind is empty
and I have lost control.
336 · Jul 2012
Drowning in my own tears.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
some days i wake up
and life seams so hard
feels like i am drowning
in my own tears
but woman i carry on
and soon it appears
since you have been gone
feels like i am drowning
in my own tears
feels like i am going to cry
once more

and end up drowning in my own tears
335 · Feb 2012
VIEW & TIME (10w)s
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
VIEW held on to TIME.
But slowly TIME slipped away.
335 · Jul 2016
What the F**k.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2016
Just sittin' trying to find my rift
how many more times are you going to mess my life
spend all my money
******* with my mind
playing with my head
turning down my bed
some day's my pen
I hate you
and yet I pen on
see how the ink bleeds
and I feel lonesome
see how my heart bleeds
yet you will not write that down

What the F**k
what the ******* bad luck

looking for some rhyme or reason

WHY this should be.
Love ******' with me myself and I.
P@ul.  ***.
335 · Jun 2012
Dear 10+1 words.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2012
You tell me what to think
I pour another drink.





D            E              A                 R!
Paul Hardwick Nov 2014
That is me
Y
E
S
thought of both
within
the
word
global.
True story     P@ul.
335 · Jun 2014
Words.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2014
The narrative
hesitated
on
his lips
then came out
"I have just about reached breaking point"
"HE  SNAPPED".
Surreal poem No 43    :-)    P@ul
335 · May 2015
My limp. wristed head.
Paul Hardwick May 2015
You think
you have problems
come and try my
limp wristed head
the words go in
but do not come out right
some days
I think
is does not know left from right
on the other hand
maybe that's just me
think much to much
into it
maybe
not knowing when to stop
and just rest

My limp, wristed head.
:-)   Now man that is so surreal  P@ul.  <-- IS BACK.
335 · Nov 2013
Do not call my name.
Paul Hardwick Nov 2013
Do not call my name into    I feel    the night
for that does not become you
Did you hear mother call      you
did you hear father calling you into   the    night
I feel I have past that by
and now have grown
to a place where my mistakes are my own
and my past has become my own
and that is going back to the people the ones   I   know
and do you   know                It's           YOU...
334 · May 2015
Sometimes when!
Paul Hardwick May 2015
I look into your eyes
I sware, I can see your soul
it feels bright like all colours
well all the colour that my mind now knows
but brighter than that
some how irridicent
almost see through
but somehow I know thats you
written right there
and my heart sings.
P@ul.
334 · Aug 2012
When I was young!
Paul Hardwick Aug 2012
When i was young
i was very green
greener than that hill i played on
****** till 23 but i would not change that
for everything i had was good
did not have space invaders
or any games like that
all i had was a sense of being me
pure of heart my summers where always good
i am sure now my friends felt just like me
i would not change anything of these years
for i was just young that was the way it was
or so it seamed to me
but to me with coming on of my old age
things have change
and that black old dog came knocking on my door
that black old dog knew my name
and i am growing old and i want to go on
i just do not know
how many of you
might feel the same
just this old man called Paul
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Dark light other side of midnight
why are you notwithme.
334 · Jun 2015
e P o e m.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2015
"Sorry lift my card at home,"

"If your late again, the supervisor"
"said we are going to put you on to daily signing"!


"sorry but I am only 18 teen"


THE    ST O RY    BE  H I N D  THiS   e POEM.
It was about that time, I started to smoke
and now at 60
just came to my mind I should *stop

so took up eCigarettes to help my off*
if your thinking that, behave yourself.
so here we go
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ePoem.
This a poem within my own surrealist head
safe to read in mixed company
no second hand words
will put no smell on your breath
or your clothes
so you can read it out loud and clear
to girlfriends read to all mine
which I can count on one hand
life is pleasure
with all one of you
so as you read this, you should know
although late in life
I am surreally looking after myself.





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TRUE    STORY   P@ul.
Need I say anymore?
answers on a postcard please
LoVE   You all  P@ul.
334 · Oct 2015
Just poping up the shops.
Paul Hardwick Oct 2015
Two hour later
came back
with my new nana tech
well magic dust.
now with dust in my head
and my bones rebuilding me
feeling like it real is a new day
think I might
just pop up the shops.
:-)     P@ul    :-)>
334 · Jun 2014
Thinking of.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2014
Thinking of
having a garden party
yes you can come
all welcome
the more the Merrier
O' and by the way
bring your own *****
lots of digging to be done
way far out MAN!

Just DIGGIN that!
My allotment needs some work  P@ul.
you can tell I spent 21 years in advertising.
Paul Hardwick May 2014
Dip came into words
not like him well not in words
so I listen's
                   and dip  , dipped is toe right in
                   I thought by miss stake
                   he was there to
                   between me and you
334 · Feb 2012
Words unpluged
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
I love words.
It is that words just do not like me.
They come in stay with me.
But if I call on them.
I see them no more.

But I still like words.
Words are like sand.
They can so dance around.
Page can tell of her hell.
Be this be that.

Can you teach an old dog new tricks?
334 · Jan 2015
To do list.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2015
Like most
I take a note
of things
I must do list
but now I am really ****
for I can not find it.
TRue STory   P@ul.   what am I like!
Paul Hardwick May 2016
What street do you live in
not even a toe
and that's why women do play harmonica
not found one yet.
P@ul     I know you hate me right now
but you still look good. ***.
333 · Dec 2012
Run RUN.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2012
are you hav'in any fun
                           Run RUN
what are you getting out of liv'in
                                     Run RUN
life is full of little if's and but's
                                                   Run RUN
but remember have a little fun as your life goes by
                                                            ­Run RUN**

                                                             ­              Run RUN    for your lives,

                                                                                     Run RUN  in this human RACE.
Had to finish this one off.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
Yes thats my type
could be this way or that
third layer of type
dreams are there inbitween
the inside of head
bouncing off the skull
almost stereo
left nore right
they are the thoughts
me myself
just ******* me
look at my eyes
back in the room
yes my eyes are blue
my knees hurt
standing to long
my left hand
and the right did nothing
nothing at all
not even a ****.
Oophs P@ul.
333 · Sep 2013
When I walk.
Paul Hardwick Sep 2013
When I walk
the hills seam bigger
than I remember
and they shout back at me
MAN YOU ARE GETing OLD
BUT
MY MIND
in time seam just to grow
that's all right with me
just bothers the people around me
as i now make puffing sounds
bet I beat them all when it comes to ROCK & ROLL.
Some nights I just fall into the vortex of time, but that, makes me nothing less, than what I am.
Paul  :-)
Paul Hardwick Jul 2013
If you want to listen
to my heart and what is me
then first listen to that what is your own
and what I would think you to be
to my own.
332 · Nov 2013
???
Paul Hardwick Nov 2013
???
Woman you tried to to hold me down
and control me, but being me
that was not what I am about
woman not knowing me
was what set you free
from all the pain you felt.
331 · Jun 2017
All enter here.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2017
You are coming into my room
has no door handles
but has a word
the password
and you are welcome
to all my mind
there within to see
which is not always me
but makes me think about myself
making me a better person
than I was before
well I am always hopeful
mind the step
do not walk through the paint
that pops from the blisters of my brain
colouring the flowers
the pinks and hues
and bright yellows snow
that when a burst
drips into my mind
giving me all sorts of surrealist dreams
painting all my words
and yours
well you did not have to come in
take the lift
no farting
for that is wrong on all levels
and we are going to 98.6
please no smells
squeeze your buttocks in
hold the gasses in
they are for you
and not others
if you explode
then thank you for coming in.

Have a Fab day.
LoVe P@ul.  ***.
Surreal P@ul.
331 · Aug 2014
CAN Y o u ?
Paul Hardwick Aug 2014
S                                                                ­                          rds?        
                         mi                                         wo                                
                              ­                              le in        ............................................
True story     P@ul:-)
331 · Aug 2014
I ask you all?
Paul Hardwick Aug 2014
Mya
Joanne
Patricia
Cindy Lou
Please tell me do
What is the colour of     L  O  V  E?
Surreal Poem No 188         P@ul
answers on an e-mail only please.
331 · Feb 2012
Tomorrow.
Paul Hardwick Feb 2012
And now I am still lost.
In this dream for me.
Somewhere inside of me.
So I guess I will get out of this town.
She took to much from me.
Will I face tomorrow?
331 · May 2019
M . u . c . h ... too much.
Paul Hardwick May 2019
Surreal Poam
By P@ul.


you are the most exstrawdanarirey person
and I am just me

you might be it seams
dyslexic
Oooo Ooooh
just like me

Hi Hi welcome
you be you and I will be me
how are you?
Love for me P@ul.
you thought I had gone
so had me.
331 · Oct 2015
Never normal me.
Paul Hardwick Oct 2015
P@ul
used to
as a kid
play with lego
then
space got into his mind
played with fire
blew things up
shot thing
space ward
found art
under pages of paper
played guitar
till his own desire exploded
started into advertising
became
very good at
got married
had two beautiful girls
whom he still loves
after his wife went of with another
none of it he regrets
never normal
M E.
True   P@ul.
331 · Mar 2012
Dear Sir, 0.0.1
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
Dear Sir,
I am not what I was yesterday, that is for sure, but in saying that.
I do not feel I have changed much, with that in mind.
I then ask you.
How much have you changed?
I look forward to hearing from you.

Regards Paul
This will be very much on going sort of poem.
Regards Paul
330 · Aug 2013
My walk into my mind.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2013
I am walking alone
not thinking much
more about my motion
which leg comes first
and enjoying the motion.

:-)

Ever seen faces on books TV
or anything else
I think that I share this with everybody else.

:-)

Today I feel cold in my soul
I have wind in my heart
and dust in my head
enuff said.
330 · Oct 2015
Play me tune.
Paul Hardwick Oct 2015
play your guitar
please man bring me to tears
for I so feel bad
see she plays with my head
and I just want to feel happy
how little she knows.
Def hate male @   I am that mad,   P@ul.
330 · Dec 2013
What is me.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2013
I am Paul
Means nothing 'at ALL
But that is me
just for, you if you are, the girl
of my drams.
330 · Sep 2012
Cry.
Paul Hardwick Sep 2012
you come to my door baby
face all clean
and looking alright
your mother said
you scrub up well
and she was right
but i said
i can t see you any more
and all you did
was cried
you asked me why
and all i did was cry
330 · Mar 2012
Disy.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
If I feel
                                          d       i                   s       y
then.
         Then some
                          days I    f
                                  
                                           a


                                               l



                                                   l
                                                over.
330 · Mar 2013
SNoW ind.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2013
It snowed today
then froze
so bad
I could not see
out of any windows
the ice i did scrape
to no avail
as it was on the outside.
Again needs thinking about!
330 · Apr 2012
SHE. 10 w.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2012
She is natural woman
take anything but leave my soul.
330 · Jul 2019
Hi.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2019
Hi.
Yes I am triping
my mother said
always wear protection
so I always leave my socks and gloves on
has to be a news day
in a restaurant
ask the man
where are the toilets
he said just go down the stair
saw a sign on my way home
said falling rocks
what am I to do with that
life is a lottery be lucky
walked past my local Indian
sign says
try our curries
your never get better!



Love P@ul.
330 · May 2012
Something 10 w.
Paul Hardwick May 2012
I
hope
my
leaving
is
not
sad
for
I
go>> >> >>>   >>>  >>>>    >>>>>>>.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2012
Some people ask me where do your poems come from?

It comes from people I knew and loved.
But no longer have around me.
And are important to me.

But it might relax you, to know.
That they all had to **** a ***.
For God bless them.
They are all here within me.

Hope they do not **** to much.

You also ask me?
and I answer.
Hold my heart, in the your hand.
It is just a glad, pumps my life blood.
But if I see a smile on your face.
Then my job is done.

So all that do not know of me read on.
But then you feel, then to hurt, then you love.
329 · Apr 2015
BAD THINGS.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2015
Learnt today
if you **** in a lift
it's wrong on all leavels.

But man such a gas!
True story    P@ul.   Will I ever learn?
329 · Jan 2012
Told you this.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2012
I told you how I dream of you.
I told you how much I liked your sun kissed hair.
I told you how at times. I feel I am not right for you.

You just look at me with those deep brown eye's.


                                                                            THINGS WILL CHANGE.


I Say!
Well I say, I told you.
329 · Jan 2013
A Tap.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2013
A Tap dripped
A Tap Dropped
listening to it
it seemed it would never stop
but it did
after I had fixed it!
329 · Dec 2014
See this scare.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2014
That's part of me
          You do not have to give me
                   The third degree

And that one did as a kid
          Falling off a swing
                    The one on my head don't remember a thing
The one in my heart
          Did that on my own
                The diminution you did to me
                                                      
                                                       YOU did

                                       And yet I did nothing to you.
True story                                        P@ul.
329 · Jan 2012
Still.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2012
Move on down girl you,
Left me, with a load.

Yes I am leaving you girl.
Be with me, one more last time.

For you know.
It will be you last, hush.

be still, but know in my heart.
I am still in love with you.
329 · Apr 2015
Why is it SO.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2015
The internet seams to think
it has a right now so to do
and send me so much junk mail
for I am male in my own right
and did not want surgery on my hips
or some plastic insert
that would spoil the look of my shirts
or become a nurse
man there heads are not on right
so stop sending my this junk ****
and mailers get a life.

P@ul.
Just wrote this while doing e-mail.         so ***** me off        P@ul.
329 · Aug 2013
i'o you!!!
Paul Hardwick Aug 2013
I'o you
sit down on the ground
we known how to deal with you
you surreal head's
sorry officer did not mean to offend you for sure
and the deal
how surreal do want to become SIR
are you trying to bribe me
NO just want this deal done.
and at that captain white head went on another deal done.
Regards Paul
329 · Mar 2016
Surreal People?
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Can they dream at all?
or would a surrealists dreams be in 3D
maybe hand touched textures
that they feel can hold and touch in there minds dream
maybe scents that they smell with there brains
so take care of your heads
and that remines me of a thing my Dad once said
if you want the get a hat
then get ahead.
True Story  P@ul  LoVe you all so much,  ***.
329 · Jul 2012
You all.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Really do not mind
if you sit this one out
my words just a wishpa

and today i do not care what you think
so sit this one out

the do er the thinker
the kettle is almost boiling
the phycodllic dreamer

for me time might run out
how do i feel about this
JUST              D      O                NOT               GIVE        F    U    C     K

See i am just


only me.
Paul
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