Lighthouse In The Sky

Sun that shines in through my window, scattering your precious rays, can you see me sitting, trying to write this poem in your praise? In your divine golden image

Home to you

I am not home till I come home to you; till I see your face, beaming, at the door. In your arms is the only home that’s true and, without you, I’d be homeless forevermore.
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Lonie26

Pia, do your magic?
Poem of the week

Humbled by darkness

So I called it nothing and that became its name

Unconscious

I believe that our dreams are strongly attached to our conscious selves. This piece is the opening to what I hope to be the story of a man trapped in modern day culture and stereotypes.

The Old Priest

Another five minute poem, I set myself, after the pub. Always good to challenge yourself.

weekend adventures of an art school drop out

popstars, cereal and childhood realities each of us with our own special little tragedy I've gone lost in this insomnia dark raining day cutting clear paths with a station wagon

Shut-down

Something ends

SOCKS APPEAL

argyle ?
Gold cherry

Fail safe

Easy Read but longer piece-still experimenting with styles-seeing if I have one...Wes

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