Just poems really, on a random selection of things
Glass on Aluminium I approach you, or is it you who approach me? Raise my hand, feel the cool hard, smooth, undisturbed surface of your skin. I don’t wear any expression, but you seem to sense my need for reassurance, As your hand raises with mine, steadily,...
Of course, I don't know what its like to be drunk.. Ode to alcohol Oh for the pleasentries, the haziness the indignitries. Oh for the blindness, the ongoing bright happiness. and to the integrity, the honesty the truth in the bottle, whom ends the night...
I've been reading too many old poems i think. The old values and ways of speaking are rubbing off on me i think.. and that saying i just have an obsession with 'Freedom through Imagination' You are not your mind alone Love is made from physicalities and...
' I loathe the creation of past, I despise time. But I enjoy maturity, gaining knowledge and the formation of stories. ' - 9th June 12 If you know me, please please please don't read this poem ?! its way too soppy and embarassing for you to handle ! !...
Big sop warning for this one, but i think you can deal with it. imagine you arent reading it! Freedom thorough Imagination and all that. Love Grows Day by day hour by hour, grows the pink flower. Time passes and the love grows, overcoming all things sour,...
Written for my friend NOT about me. Secrets They've rested now. They lie alone, in the corner of your mind, There thrown. When you rise them, wake them, Know who you are telling, This is an opportunity, don't throw it away. You will choose wisely, and...
Bit of a jolly one to accompany the day before my birthday ! Actually quite like this one.. Its half because of me being so tired today i think ! :') The burden of imagination. Theres a quiet soft, clicking, the grasshoppers are chattering, but sinisterly,...
