You were once a person and now you're just a muse, that helps me to write and I keep dishing them out poem after poem and in a world without inspiration, without belief you slowly become the only reason for me to write and I will write ; as faithfully as I loved you, when… Continue reading Muses and lovers.
how stupid can one's heart get?Smelling rain on the soil, in mid summerwhen the rains are too far to come backexpecting little droplets to sizzle again on your face,Or ride through a stormy, windy eveningWith water bullets striking youmaking you feel alive How stupid can one's heart getTo expect something ,that is not going to… Continue reading show me how stupid you can get
how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on
This journey will go on for quite some time I can bide my time staring out into the open passing trees and foothills and mountains for as much as I want find spaces where I can store my thoughts and watch them fly past me not worried about their staying inside or their purpose flowing… Continue reading spaces with you
i'm sorry i had to do it - wash myself down the drain and rise from tunnels of shit to see what it meant to have you and all the other good things in life
i was given possession of an old bike then the engines dusty tyres lying dumb wheel rims rusty heavy heavy bike that took no nonsense while riding and it would take me an hour to get it started and i only did it because i had to the damned bike wanted efforts , a relationship… Continue reading older things
I feel the sting of it Every single time it touches me burns my tongue Everytime you say nothing and I sit alone by the windows Waiting asking to be freed to be easied* I feel it's sting every day I wake up I feel my throat dry and I wet it With Waters of… Continue reading by the window
For all the glorious times That I have spent and thrived She is my raider - Thru all my bouts Of Skepticism & doubts She endures, Rendering me in reality A life lived only in fantasy. I await her coming After a year (or two) Like a sketch upon a canvas Waiting to be completed… Continue reading My Raider
I hear a creature breathing From the inside of the kitchen Growling and moaning I wonder if it can speak And tell as I do, of the fear I possess of getting anywhere near. I've been sitting here For an hour and everything's clear Everything's quiet Not a word Not a moan Not a call… Continue reading The creature inside
There once lived and loved two people. They saw each other and fell in love, just the moment next She was beautiful, his only desire He was smart, with a heart on fire Their love would never tire. They enjoyed spending time together Each minute was a joy ride, then. They kissed with passion Looked… Continue reading Nothing more.