Should it be, should it be, that this is beginning of the end, should it be the end, then take me away on holiday, and let us watch the explosion of the sun, from a desert island, because if this is the end, then let us pretend, let us pretend, that we have a bright…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
Should I
Should I, should I not, should I go out for the weather is inclement, and I hate to be stuck indoors, and being stuck indoors a lot, well, it is not much fun but sometimes, you have to drag your mentality from out of the rut, so, should I, should I not, why not? I…
Should I not wake
Should I not wake, should I not wake, remember me in the stars and the heavens, where I will take my place, yes, should I not wake, remember me and keep me in your heart, for I will be looking down, and smiling at you always, for you of my life were always the greatest…
Short and sweet
Short and sweet, short and sweet, the message of the time, no, well, never mind, an opportunity lost, of the romantic kind, short and sweet, a little bitter, a little twisted inside. A poor decision that weighs upon the mind, a poor decision that hangs heavily in the heart, a poor decision, which clouds the…
Shore
Shore, sea, sure, beauty, beauty in front of me, and a sunny day and me, me floating free, floating up and down in the waves, the waves that bring me great calmness, great calmness far away, from the worries of most days, and in the beauty of the sea, oh, how my soul is lifted,…
Shooting star
Shooting star, how you capture me, how you capture my heart, how you capture me and captivate my imagination, as you shoot across the sky, and how you lift my mood, with the light that you do impart, and how you fill me, with explosions of colour in my eyes, explosions of colour that I…
Sheltered by the storm
Sheltered by the storm, sheltered indoors, and forlorn, and worn out and weary at the breaking of the dawn, with my head a mess, as I arise from my drunken sleep, and I climb out of bed and I view the bottles of alcohol on the floor, but after last night I do not need…
Sheets of rain
Sheets of rain, they drive me to despair, and I would rather be in the sun, and in the warmth, the warmth that brings such comfort there. Sheets of rain, they do not do much for me visually, but without rain, and without water, I would not be able to exist, anywhere, anywhere.
She
Yes, she was here, in fear, fleeing for her life, from a psychopath with an axe, yea, Futura City police, they took out a revenge attack, and now there is a dead man with an axe, the policeman says to the reporter, and the reporter with his shoes all covered in blood, smokes a cigarette,…
She waves goodbye
CCTV, she waves goodbye, she walks down the street, and she finds a crowd of people and prepares to die, and she doesn't blink an eye, and she gets her gun and blows her brains out, and it's a modern-day tragedy, and in society, it happens far too often, and sadly, it is nothing new…
