#alway
Despite all those thoughts in my head
The tears in my eyes
"I'm fine" I will say
Always keep going and never give up
Finding myself back searching through all those thoughts
Something you have to give time
I am busy searching, it only takes a while
Then I will find it again
Like a little light in the darkness
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
thats what that means
she alienated me
he tries to
pull her
back
am
i
write
that's right
we know
what
we
are
now sleep with me again
this time lose
the last
a
in
aka
?
...
..
.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
The hollow part of my neck breathes in the heart of hearts.
Your eye I see from within my soul,
All unravelling from the tip of a finger ,
Skins changing mingled in dust,
Jaws assembling
A head full of stars,
An eye in the centre of your being,
Seeing within
As you always were,
As you will always be.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
the greatest thing man can hope to achieve
is to love his wife, and give all he can be
to show faith in no other
to sacrifice all that she could see
to never falter on his promise
to never fail on his gifts
his promises are love
and his promises are his gifts
he may never give anything more than his heart
and by the grace of god and no other
as one under gods supervision
may the two never depart
may they never surrender
under gods holy sight
may they always love
may they never give up the fight
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
Cars,
Like coffee pots,
Break down,
And more so,
When you least want them to.
So imprisoned,
The frigid,
And with no power-windows,
We didn’t care about the heat,
Only the smoke
That now stung our eyes –
Two-fold
Atop already open wounds,
And the cancerous,
Lying in wait, most often,
Indiscriminately.
So enters the second urge,
And it controls me,
I don’t control “it;”
“It” being a mood frosted
Amnesia, free,
Like beer’s hiss,
At the crack of a can.
And like beer,
“It” runs out
When the money does;
All too quickly to be
Replaced by the
Haunts of –
Bill collectors, war
And the knife in the drawer.
Something beckons when
We spot a diner from within
The snowbound derelict
We reside.
Scraped change and reckonings,
We can afford a few,
Drinks.
Forgotten were the coats when
We abandon ship, abandon you,
Abandon me,
And more importantly,
The haunts;
Our chariot, a remain,
A wreck on shores unknown
With bodies, perhaps,
Left for the living come spring.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC