If you met God today
What would you say?
What might he look like?
What might He say?
Would you tell him you’re sorry
For the things you’ve done?
For the people you’ve cheated?
For the lies you’ve spun?
Or would you just stare
And say nothing at all?
Scared that at last
The wic…
She gave her a locket
And told her “my girl,
This is precious, hold tight,
Keep it safe from the world –
Till the day you meet someone,
Not tomorrow, but soon,
Who will promise the world,
With the sun and the moon.
But be wary, for words
Sell for less than a pound
And if your locket …
I tried to wake her
But she did not move
Paralysed by a sleep
That consumed her. (Shoes
In a corner, near a chair which at night
Came alive dressed in afternoon wear
By the light) -
So I sat by the window
And counted the stars
With no luck cos they blurred
Into nothingness. (Flowers
That …
They are put on this earth, and are taken too soon
To be one of his angels again;
Not knowing the hour when they're called to return,
Now only their memories remain.
Memories of laughter, good times that were shared
Are moments to treasure inside;
Yet so fragile is life, that when our time has come
Those m…
In the spirit of love, you enveloped my heart
And you gave me the wings of a bird;
You dusted the scrolls, and wrote out my past
In the words of a song never heard.
A journey that spanned two decades and five
Was a journey to discover my own;
To start at the end, and go back to the start
Just to find I was…
This void like a whirlpool turns faster than time
Pulling me - deep in the dark;
The longing, anxiety, weighs on my soul
Cutting deeper and leaving its mark.
Silence surrounds what was once filled with joy
Coloured music of laughter and mirth;
But now pale is the memory that covers the shrine
Where a union…
Half a century in days, there's no sage who'd have known
that we'd plot out the stars, and then carve them in stone.
Ebb and flow through the crevices, funnel down glass
slipping silently - clouds, past the earth to the grass -
count the seconds, time flies as we run to the door
dare we walk through to f…
Suspended in motion, you’ve fallen like a star
And caught in a dream-catcher’s net;
And somewhere between what is real and what’s not
In this river of dreams I am wet.
Swim through the souls of the living
And find what exists -
What is yours what is mine;
Till I stop at your door and I knock,
And I w…
They saw me, they know
all the questions I fear;
by this pillar I’ll hide – just a while disappear.
In this moment with you
in this moment alone;
while we pour out our hearts – by my pillar of stone.
Let’s escape, run away
both of us, just us two;
as my pillar still stands – let it hide someone ne…
Throw me a bone, let me catch it - it's mine, but you threw, it's yours, please don't take it –
oh no, don't you see that you crave it?
Hands wave through the window, smoke swells as it blends -
disappears to the skies in the midst of goodbyes, shattered tear drops in eyes,
'will I see you again?'…
The tree was planted firmly
And accompanied by two;
The three all hung together
In the middle was the Jew.
All had a crime committed
But none of them the same;
One had robbed, another killed,
Another said his name.
They had a common father,
Two would soon return;
One would then come back again,
For the other d…
Lie upon lie, like a widow to a
fly;
My need for the truth, I tried to deny.
For somewhere in my mind
I know now for real;
At some point in my life -
My heart you did steal.
But returned it in pieces, and who would've known
That those fragments I've nurtured
Have since turned to stone;
So with feel…
All I have is now,
now is where it ends;
an end to sum it all,
what started first as friends.
But soon grew into love,
a love that fell too fast;
an outline of who we were,
now hidden in the past.
I read this poem everytime, and I can't help but realise how true it actually is. Sometimes I wish there rea…
She does not have a leg,
He cannot hold his fork;
She’s bald
He cannot see beyond his nose.
He cannot walk a step,
She cannot work a stove;
He’s scared
She cannot hold him in his hands.
I don't really know why ... honest. But I love this one. I remember writing this in college - words just flowing…
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