making it feel isolated
when no one is around.
We stand on pinnacles of our own desire
that are often consumed by fire
leaving us scorched and lonely,
too heated to be touched.
We feel engulfed in sadness,
our shouts cannot be heard
and we wonder what we have said
when we have no angry words.
Our hearts beat a distant beat
that echoes out to no one
when the fingers of loneliness
touch deep inside our soul.
17 September 2008
just to see what the starshad in store for me.It always seemed thatthey were writingabout someone who wasn’t me.The things they said were going to happenand the dates they gave all went by,but nothing ever happened.They even asked those who wrote it,did we get it right?It made me wonder if they knewwhat they were doingor…
The dream that eluded meever since we were young.Both of us have grown up,gone our separate ways.You have your familyand I have mineand never the twain shall meet,However in stolen momentsthat reflect in my lifeI see us when we were youngholding each others handmaking small promisesthat neither of us could keep.Life’s journey took us far…
He struck the dark figure,hard with the crook of the handlein the middle of the back.The dark figure bends backwardsrevealing his mask of death.Quickly he recovered and twisted around.He went to strike out at Mr D,who hooked the white canearound one leg and pulled.The dark figure with the mask of deathfell upon the ground.He pulled…
from green to gold and red.As the days, get shorteras we headtowards winter’s wonderland,which is not that far ahead.However, while we have itlets enjoy the autumn sunand the wonderful coloursthat brings our way.Lets enjoy it while we have itfor all too soon it will be gonereplaced by the winterand its frosty songwhen the world becomeswinter…
The clock is striking against you,but the mind can’t accept the fact.To the mind you can do,all the things you used to do.Age has a way of creeping up on you,making it impossible to do the things,that when you were twenty one,you used to do with ease.At some point the mind has to accept,the body…
I am not so sure anymore.In the past, some great writers have done it.They used to call it vanity publishing,but they do not call it that anymore.My first venture was to ensure a copywrite on a poemsome people kept trying to claim as their own.My second effort was never meant for sale,but done as a…
