This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A coffee cup in a coffee shop,Clean white china,Round and perfect."Pick me," it smiles,A wink and clinkA-beckoning the cold travellerWith her scarf hiding her face."I can't afford you, coffee cup,"The weary wandererWhispers through the stripes,And her hand reaches for her little purse.Just a few coins,Just enough,Perhaps,To kiss...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What is a whisperAmongst a thousand screams?A lone voice criesIn the wildernessAnd the ancients misunderstand,Mishear, misreadFor a thousand thousand years.What is the heart cryAmongst a thousand lost souls?The ghosts of terror ride the nightAnd crawl upon the skin of the trembling,Seeking the last vestigeOf whatever morsel is l...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.It's always today, but it's never tomorrow;It's never a given, it's always a borrow.There is always a moment when you say, "Not right now..."And to make it forever wasn't worth it, somehow.It's always a minute, or a day, sometimes hours;Then you pick up your bags and lay funeral flowers.It's always for now, whilst you've got tim...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Tired old mud-splatteredWell-worn boot.Nobody's Number One,They don't give a hoot.Dull ugly colours, somewhat ragged,Got some holes.Dirt-stiff ancient lacesHolding on to worn-down soles.Glitter-pretty princess shoe,Shining golden heel;This is party girl's first choice,Like royalty, she'll feel.Shining sequins scatteredUpon a gol...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The pre-dawn light is green-grey and dull,The air slumbers,Thick and heavy.Dampness and mulchLayer the heart of the earth's foundations.In the mirror she seesHerself.Darkness with a sickly tinge;"Better be hid in the shadows, dear,"Her heart tells her in anguish.The sun is coming,And what shall she see?The years of torment,Punis...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Build a bridge with crumbling bricksAnd fall into the depths below.Ask a token of an ancient princessAnd watch the moths fly from her scarf.Bake the bread of welcoming with weevil-ridden flourAnd bring it freshly spoiled from the oven.Feed the sparrows an empty worm skinAnd watch them flutter away with empty bellies.Put some flo...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Far beyond the leaden barriers,Where ancient silver wood shieldsOceans of unknown,There flow acres of wild crystal watersThat burst diamonds in sprays of rainbowsAs they hide behind witching hour walls;Resplendent gems of turquoise beautyLie naked under swathes of thundering skies.May I reach out and touchSuch joy with a single...

This rant only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Who do you think you are? Some deity, who can do as they wish, and have people sacrifice upon their perfect altars? Some king or queen who is given everything they wish for, with everybody bowing at their feet and agreeing? Sycophants, the lot of you!You say one thing, but think another. You tell those you profess to care about...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Fragile ball of opalescence,Rainbow glass of milky white;Swirling laughter fills the globeAnd bobs, a dancing bauble bright.Held in fingers fat and chunky,Beauty of the hidden pearlMay fall from these clumsy digits,In their stumble, they unfurl.Sailing through the sunshine air,The opalescent bauble singsUpon the back of springti...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes our days are gloomy,And they're filled with lots of pain.We wonder where our joy has goneAnd what we've left to gain.Sometimes our limbs are weary,And our heads just cannot cope;The dirty toil of holding onHas used up all our hope.Sometimes the hills are steep andWe've got pebbles in our shoes;Our shoulders sag, and w...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Darkness and shadows suffuse my being,With a lamplight of mellow to keep me in the corner.What treads up the stairs behind me, dear?A creak on the banister,A gibbering snicker of monstrous drooling,An icy breath from the maw of the long-dead,A touch of skittering fingers thatGiggle and crawl across theBare skin of my neck.And h...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Oh, the stars that danceIn celestial flames,Come, hold my hand,Teach me your games.Hop and skip,And jump for joy,The ugly darkness to annoy.Kiss awayThe midnight black;Bring me the smilesI sadly lack.Touch my eyesWith firelightAnd make my faceSo merry bright.Bend my gazeTo smile, not frown,For I'd look up,And never down.Let me t...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you crawl through sunless hallsOf earthen elven making?Did you wiggle and slimy jiggleThrough giants' homes, a-shaking?Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you see the moles, with glee,As you wandered through their ensuite?Did you meet and happily greetThe centipede and his feet?Whence wigg...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the skies for precious gemsAnd roll the waters away.Reveal the treasures so deeply hiddenAnd sweep the night to day.Weave a song so glorious,A song to grow the dawn!A melody of sparkling dewTo grace the fresh blushed morn.The bursting colours of the earthLie dusty on the wingOf butterflies, decayed and lost,No dance can t...

There's something I've forgotten;I'm not sure what it could be.Still, it can't be that important,Or it would come to me.There's something nagging sometimes, though,I wonder what it was...A thing? A time? Appointment missed?A Must? A Just Because?Was it maybe Ought To Do?Or maybe Do This Now?Forgotten Thingy, what is it?It's lost (I don't know how).If I return to where I wasWhen last I thought of it,Maybe I'd know? Where w...