I know what it means to stand alone,to be of the faceless and unknown,one of the unwanted and unloved,the condemned and shunned To stand on the precipice of your own demise,with nothing to hold but your own hopeful lies,a disease or your ruin or your own mental maul,whatever it is that promises your fall In a world that can be cold and cruel,you lie between the hammer and anvil,at the mercy of the oncoming blow,a slave to...
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.What may cause a heart to break,Or sometimes raise the dead?What loathsome thing can crawl insideOr rescue from dark dread?A weapon singing through the mist,A spear hits home, and hard.It drives the point and shaft in deep,A shining, poisoned shard.A lullaby of sweet delights,Confection to the soul;It rocks a babe to gentle rest...
