I’m bombarded with everything and nothing at the same time Everybody wants something from me and I’m too fed up to reply I hate…
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As a tear cascades down my cheek The music floats into my conscience And the thought of you appears How I desire to hold you…
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When echo lost its shadow, a haunting void took shadow’s place. No longer bound by shade’s gentle grasp, then echo drifted through empty space.…
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1 CommentNow I’m ashamed To open my mouth Cause I fear you may not like what will come out Put the black ink into your glass…
Leave a CommentAt 3:20, when the night breathed soft, I woke, pages of inorganic laid before me, But my mind was adrift, far from formulas and facts,…
Leave a CommentWe stand at the shore’s edge, gazing at the sea. The horizon stretches before us, unhindered. Your eyes hold the wisdom of the tides. Your…
1 CommentPicking up the internal slack, invoking an inward tension that emboldens one to face the day and the prospects of oncoming ones. Wet cheeks…
Leave a CommentDimming Reflections of Me – Retirement By Alan B. Winn Last day at work its come and now gone Am I feeling happy?…
Leave a CommentStanding tall in my corner Of your bright and merry room Decorated with your trinkets Arranged to your happy tune This years theme enchanted…
1 CommentWith some we connect but once and that once may not be enough, so the onus on us is to connect well. …
1 CommentIn the bluebell wood, a favourite spot I can still see you there , like a little white dot On Frosty mornings I still watch you…
Leave a CommentAbove all other childhood things It was always little ponies in our dreams In all of the colours Greys, bays , duns and creams …
Leave a CommentThis Garden that looks forgotten Was once a happy place Home to chickens , dogs and bunnies And a smiling little face It played…
Leave a CommentI’m so happy away from you Guess you’re the one making me at fault Of your own patterns, of your own problems But I can’t…
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I remember your cold unwanted grasp. I remember the way your hands felt like an unbreakable clasp. I was only a child, not much younger…
Leave a CommentThe urge to tear myself apart consumes me There is no way nowhere to flee Why must I break again You’ll find him someday, but when?…
Leave a CommentM’lord, why torture me? All I can see is his brown eyes And white hair Can you put a happier memory Instead of watching him…
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To kill, to skin, to harm, to hurt, to scream, to bleed— aren’t these better alternatives? To live in fear of your own flesh,…
1 CommentThat proverbial “third wheel” syndrome, a companion in solitude, haunts the poet’s heart, a feeling that clings like shadows, never quite shaken off. In crowded…
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