#loveandthelackofit
It's been a while, I reflect
Since I embraced distraction.
A while since I tried to make
My own tension and traction.
For the life of me, I can't decide
What I should write about.
The loves I've found and lost this year
The things I've gone without?
Please do tell me your ideas -
I've lost my inspiration.
There's irony here somewhere
For your appreciation.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
Isn't it interesting
That the only time
I have nothing to say
And nothing to rhyme
Is when my talent
I must showcase
For quite likely
A nutcase
I have a sense of humour
And I was "Lena Waters"
I forgot my email
Don't let me have daughters
Perhaps my finest work
(For angst does not equal art)
But my ******** profound conclusion is?
Poetry's still in my heart.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
One day I was walking across the sea,
And a broken man came up to me.
One day I jumped over the world's highest mountain,
And met a healing man by the crystal fountain.
One day I walked through all the stars in the sky,
And the man I'd fixed did not pass by.
One day I struggled over soft, yielding sand,
And the world's strongest man came to give me a hand.
One day we both strode into the setting sun,
For we had fixed others, and our work was done.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
They say many things.
They say,
Don't judge a book by its cover,
Yet they always choose the same.
They say,
Do as you would be done by,
Yet ignore the poor the same.
They say,
Money is the root of all evil,
Yet it kills them all the same.
They say,
More sinned against than sinning,
Yet crime lives all the same.
They say many things,
The whispering snakes,
That live inside our heads,
That make everything perfectly rational;
Just do the right thing instead.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
When the child is born,
you can cry.
When the sun rises,
you can cry.
When the stars shine,
you can cry
When the world turns,
you can cry
yes you
you can cry
cry right now
for the miracle that is life
for science
for love
for hope
you can cry
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
I take the gift,
I hold it tight.
I'll never have to see the night.
I start to doubt,
My friends start to age.
Forming new bars on the oldest cage.
I dread the day,
My memory's full,
So I write out my life and my feelings are null.
At first it's a blessing,
For what I don't want,
I rip out the pages and smudge up the font.
But now I feel lonely,
My library filled,
Now I long for the certainty of death - being killed.
If you get a wish,
Then just five words from me;
Don't waste away in immortality.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
I'm sitting,
Crying,
In the cold.
I wish I,
Hadn't,
Been so bold.
I didn't,
Fit in,
To your mould.
And now I,
Must sit,
In your cold.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
I am tired
All you get's
Three little
Syllables
And I'll tell
Tell you now
That they aren't
"I love you. "
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.
If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.
If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.
If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.
If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.
*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.*
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Is it not ironic
that to be grateful
for what we have
we must first lose it all?
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Ice can be cooling and calming and free.
Ice can protect and and aid
destiny.
Ice can be slicing and savage and wild.
Ice can slaughter - man, woman or child.
Ice can be mild and mellow and fresh.
Ice can give refuge from Summer's hot mesh.
Ice can be crueler and sharper and cold.
Ice can decide not to favour the
bold.
Our icy opinions are all black or white,
But grey ice in grey Winter hides in a grey night.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
What you
Do in life
And death
And inbetween them;
At the end of the
Day the wheels keep
On going
Round and
So the wheels
Just keep turning.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
ForsometimesIfeellikethereisrightandthereiswrongandthereisblackandthereiswhiteandtherescertainlynospacebetweenthelinesthatgovernloveandlife.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Good morning, poetry,
Poetry, you know!
Have to get up now, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.
Hello there, poetry,
Poetry, good show!
Great performance, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.
Evening, poetry,
Poetry, you look low!
Get well soon, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.
Good night, poetry,
Poetry, you've grown!
See you soon, then, poetry,
Poetry, Hello.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
For that is its purpose,
That soft silky touch.
Never lingers, just illusions,
The stroke of Lady Luck.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Method:
- A stroke of luck
- A lick of a smile
- A restaurant bill
- And the extra mile
Whisk until creamed.
- A gram of trying
- A hopeful sneaked kiss
- A hug, nothing more
- And some moments of bliss
Crumble and sprinkle into the creamed mixture.
- A tear or ten
- A perverse revolt
- A trying time
- And a pinch of salt
Add to the mixture and beat until stiff.
Leave to simmer on a low heat and hope it doesn't boil away.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC