Doubts of an apprentice |
Words are my tools, with them I affect the world and people around me.Yet of late my tools lie there, collecting dust.Neglected.Doubts hold back my hand.Is my craft needed?Have I created all I'm capab...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 11:23:00 GMT |
Dancing Again |
"I'm not waiting for Mr. Right," she said,"Nor his girlfriend either."Despair rubbed his hands with glee."Come my pretty one," he whispered,"Enter my embrace.""Never!Like the child's rubber ball, I bo...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 11:20:00 GMT |
Vote for me on Webook or else! :) |
I've entered a poetry project into the spring voting cycle on Webook. The project has been entered before, but I didn't really advertise it and it largely got ignored under the massive number of enter...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 11:00:00 GMT |
Bitter sweet symphony |
In the early hours the orchestra tune up their instruments,Preparing to play the symphony only I'll hear.The musicians, people from my past.The haunting tune, their message to me.Its a bitter sweet sy...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
Morning Dawns |
Morning dawns.Let us bathe in the glow of the rising sun.I want to wake to the sounds of the church bells ringing,Across those sun kissed summer fields.I want your face to be the first thing my eyes s...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:51:00 GMT |
Stop The World From Turning |
Stop the world from turning,I want to get off.To step outside this reality,And walk in the void beyond,Where there is no time,Nor pain.Let me have those few moments of peace,To gather the strength to ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 11:31:00 GMT |
A Tiny Thing |
My friend was not killed by divine will or fate.My friend was not killed by a weapon made by man.My friend was not killed by anything that could be seen.My friend was killed by a random mutation in a ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 11:30:00 GMT |
These Words |
These words, I write for me.They echo the whisperings,Heard during the lonely hours before the dawn.They follow the rush of thoughts,That race around, sparked by the things you say.They are the footst...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 11:28:00 GMT |
Lithium Flowers |
She sits alone in dark corners,Writing the words that are whispered,By voices unseen.Wondering who she really is.Does anyone know she is here? She sits at the window,Smelling the lithium flowers.Will ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 12:43:00 GMT |
Shadows of a Valentine's |
Love hearts drawn on a card,Red roses too,Are all pale symbols,That fail to speak of that which I feel.Even these words that I write,Sound hollow compare to that with in.What can I do,To show truely m...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 11:01:00 GMT |
