My Original Poetry.

 I suppose that instead of inserting them into posts as is my usual routine, I’ll put my poetry up on this page now. Oh, I’ll also be listing my old poetry.  If you steal these, I will disembowel you. Thanks!

 Twilight

I’m standing in the moonlight
Waiting for a touch
A hint of a sight
A flash of brilliant light
Something to show me that you’re there

 

I’m waiting for a piece of life
To pass me by
To catch my eye
To show me what’s on the horizon

 

I’m waiting for a revelation
An answer to life
Something to make me feel alive

 

Now I stand in the sunlight
Basking in the brilliant light
As all my fibers catch the fire
And send my embers far away
Far away to a place where I am welcome

 

 A Love Lost

i do declare that my toes are quite cold
and the lies that you’re spitting are getting quite old
and as the coffee pot trembles and the biscuits they shake i wonder what a beautiful mess it would make

with your brains on the floor and your limbs in some hollow and your hair tucked away in a teddy or pillow
for safe keeping of course
because momentos mean the most
and while stroking your blonde locks ill just sit here and toast:

“to the dearly beloved and dearly departed
to this boy in my face who has left me so broken hearted.
to the one who has died and disappeared in this place
his body been strewn without a single trace”

 

 

Yellow Pages

 

My heart broke down, and there’s no mechanic listed in the yellowpages.
So can you lift me up, and take a look under the hood?
I’d like to assess this situation.
It’s not worth fixing, some people have said.
It’ll break down in a month or two, just like it did, again.
Nuts and bolts, have started to fly.
And honestly I’ve no tears left to cry.
This automobile isn’t worth the time.
And I’ve run out of words that would fittingly rhyme.

 UNDER CONTSTRUCTION!