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Timothy Ward Jan 2016
you're my reason
you're my will
felling demons
so we may build
our little Eden
gives me chills
love love's freedom
love the thrill
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
winds blow ceaselessly
waters rush down rivulets
a mountain crumbles
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
fear not radicals
they hunger - much as we do
break bread together
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
A thirsty ant sips
From a flooded river bank
The village scurries
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
I'm insufferable
When I'm with you
I'm invulnerable
When I'm with you
I'm insensible
When I'm with you
I'm impregnable
When I'm with you
  Jan 2016 Timothy Ward
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Too long I've rested upon my throne.
Ordained as ruler,
I wield a sceptre
imbued with old indoctrinated notions.
Bound in aged, tired traditions.
Obstinacy clasped tight within my fingers.

Living by the
foundations laid,
imposed by predecessors before.
I realise that I am but caged
within my self enforced confines.

I want what lays beyond...
But I am afraid...
And more...

I must embrace the unknown.
Be fearless...
And take to the darkness.

Because...

One can only fly free into greatness
if one is unafraid to take the leap
into changing winds.
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
do you ever
stop
for a moment
from your lurid glances
through beady middle aged eyes
sweaty palms groping feverishly
through my nylon soccer shorts
at junior boys' camp,
do you ever
stop
to think
beyond your own
abusive selfish intentions
to a world
beyond
your decrepit
**** *******
rotten soul?
do you ever stop?
I share this autobiographical poem in the hope that it helps other survivors and STOPS any abusers! I am 21 now and at peace with myself, but it's a rough road strewn with anger and bitterness and demons from the past haunting the present. You can get over it and you can move forward and I'm still writing my story... :)
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