A song for this poem: Youth by Daughter from the film A Long Way Down Everything was tender now, everything, The song of the night time Plovers, Kicked things up an extra notch, She noted the heightened sense of awareness, “Ah, I’m almost dead now,” she reassures herself, She’s so sure of it, She more
Rowdy, little children, Running all about, Too many fathers, Who never pay but only shout. Take the little beggars, While time’s still on your side, Or you’ll have your health destroyed, By this hell, his constant fight. Deliver us from evil, We know not what we do, When she finally works it out, more
It’s so important not, To look a gift horse in the mouth, So when she said, She could help her, She was quite delighted, “I will integrate all of your splits,” My oh my! But she pushes down her hope, She swallows it, Because Black Swans only think, They are Black Swans, And Ugly Ducklings more
He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond. Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more
There will come a day, When all of those people who were there for you, Have gone – fallen by the wayside, And that’s when you have to make do with you And just hope like hell that you’re someone who you can tolerate, Because it’s a long, insufferable life if you don’t like the more
Some of my dreams didn’t come true,
But then again, most of them did,
Every love seems better than the last,
And that’s because it is.
Had he been waiting,
For someone like me?
I’m a dime-a-dozen,
I can admit it, but him!
Even with his walls & his mess inside,
I am NOT REPELLED,
I’m still gazing from afar.
In my sleep, I am an Angel fighting the Demonic forces, I use reason, wisdom, love and patience, From behind my shield; Never wishing to do bodily harm. The sinister laugh reverberates, Through my entire being, But I do not wither away for I am full of light; All encompassing and saturating. “Be more
This alone time; It never lasted long, Tick, tick, tick, Says the clock That’s right! Time to inflict herself, On another unsuspecting: You don’t run from, Four weddings & a marriage, Without there being, Some kind of atonement, The past was catching up with her, Karma doesn’t stay buried in the ground, She tells herself more