Mr. Past |
Mr. Past
I stood transfixed
As my past walked by me
Not a hi
Nor hello
Nor even a familiar glance
The dream floated along as if carried by a gentle wind
I was lost for a moment
In the...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 07:18:00 GMT |
Passion |
Passion
I knew it once
Held it, and looked deep into its eyes
I kissed its gentle lips
And then had to say goodbye
Fear stole it from me
Like a thief in the night
For a moment I knew l...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 07:09:00 GMT |
Down with self-absorbtion, time to love our neighbours |
Sometimes I wonder what gives me the right to feel sorry for myself. Why should I indulge in self pity over a deadbeat father and a mother I've seen fewer times than there are full moons in a year? I ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 09:41:00 GMT |
My soul wears sadness -by kerry-kay Carridice |
My Soul wears sadness like a badge of honour. A stealy cloak refusing to let happiness in and in the garden of life my brief interludes of joy were like weeds to be plucked and discarded of. ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 08:24:00 GMT |
POEM |
I am my father's daughter I keep my eyes downcast I wear a beguiling smile My voice is a helpless whisper But daddy doesn't care I am a zombie, but no one seems to know I...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
