Ideas Stories

The ideas are here,but so’s the pain,it’s making me feel rather wan.It’s not a perfect rhyme,but give me time.Why do poems have to rhyme?A poem doesn’t have to rhyme,just as long as it makes the readerspend time.Time is great, but waste it not. Rather, make haste, and buy a yacht.I’ve no idea where I’m going with this,my hands are fucked, my brain is worse.Why the fuck do I have this curse?!Chronic pain, illness, I can’t...

When we two partedIn silence and tearsHalf broken-hearted, to severOh dear!! That’s Byron (I say)The words are not mineIt sounded so goodI thought it inspired Now I’m depressedI need something newNot something I studiedWay back in school Let’s try it againBreathe deep and stay calmLet your mind work its magicImagination, come on Calling EratoOh Muse, are you there?Help me create nowSam’s dome in air That sunniest domeThos...

To touch but not to feel.. to be constantly on the run to be constantly on the chase, to have one emonic target! to have no recollection of your target.. to undress when it’s cold just to make a point to go to bed early just to stay awake tonight, all night and every other night! to Love the poets.. love them within a dream.., love them while you walk through the fire! to hate the numbers, Hate them! to mumble numbers all...

Have you ever felt so aloneThat you just wish someoneAnybody would notice Something was wrong And offer you a hand? How many times Has your smile been fake When you say I’m okay or I’m fine I know these feelings wellI have been there, Done that, many times .Guess that its the wrong thing to do Since no one is able to help If they don’t know what is wrong!