Little kitten, you never learned to meow properly in the short time we had you. You made weird, half-assed cat noises, now it is very, very quiet at meal times. I will miss coming home to find you sleeping on the end of my bed, or sometimes to find your poo on my bedroom floor. I will miss how easily wound up you were, and the scratches you gave me from constantly messing with you. I will miss your occasional angsty behav...
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...
Am I a spinner of thread to weave a cloth of words?Are my words truths to share, or just my lies?Is the cloth so made an invisible cover?If my truths are lies, then what is their worth? Am I a fisherman dangling worms of words?Are my words of any use to those who read?Will my words catch that which I seek? If my words are useless why should I write? Am I some vampire fed by my word readers?Are my words building blocks?Wil...
Why are you such a jerk, brain? Why is this the time of day I suddenly feel most awake and alive? Seriously, I must question my sanity entirely when at 4:37am I am so over the not sleeping and all the thinking, questioning, analysing that I consider going out and about for a walk and dancing in the early Spring drizzle in the dead of the night. Actually that sounds like a really swell idea, but I can't be bothered getting...
What is your reason for being hereIs it just to write poems and storiesOr are you here to cause tearsAre you just a bully marking your territoryWhy do some people like to cause hurtTo people, they don't even knowThey like to treat you like dirtThey put on an annoying showPerhaps they get a short time outTheir victims are made to look like foolsThey cast their stones all aboutYou have to wonder are there any rulesYou hear...
Is it a destined fate? Or some yet unknown trait? I can’t find the answer What can turn love to hate? When the once warmth turns cold And the sadness takes hold You’re left with only you You will learn truths untold If you had more to give, just maybe you could live But when there’s nothing left, you become a captive You try to hold the light, with your wavering might But the darkness you fear, turns your day into night S...
I'm not the girl to make you smile When you just need a friend Tired of always going the extra mileBeing there for you to the end You say come on at this timeI come but you're not thereThis was once sublimeI'm really starting not to care Days wasted in the shadowsWhat is really your dealThis is a bit shallowThank God, it's not real I'm not your door matI'm a person with feelingsI feel rather picked atI must continue the h...
"Why?"The word that pops into my head every day. Why? I don't know. Maybe I'm thinking about past experiences. My life. Being depressed. Everything. Nothing. I don't know.People tell me I say 'I don't know' too much. But I don't care. Why should I? There it is again. Why?The five Ws. It was always the fifth. Who. What. Where. When. Why. Number five. But then 'How' would pop up just to make sure that Why wasn't stuck on th...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lonely in the night and rain,My heart is lost in bare, cold dreamsThat slide beneath the rotting mulch,Never to be brought to life.Let the shadows sing in pain,Shuddering mists upon the moors;The year fades dark in drifting seasWhere serpents writhe in hidden caves.Paper flowers and candle starsBite the air in darkling smokeWher...
