Cecilia was a church going girl.
Dreams of youth eternal.
The sweetheart of all she touched.
The heady laugh that charmed all men.
The world at her feet she embarked
BOOK OF LIFE
(c) 2015 Edward York
Your book of life is written in,
Every single day.
All the task that you have done,
And the thoughts along the way.
You write out every chapter...
the sun, shines like a burning ember. bringing light to us as the day enters. daybreak, it's new beginnings. serving as earth's mentor.
struck by the biological reality
ear to her torso i hear
a dull whump,
and the sounds that accompany mouthwash
more of the same but different.
a soft machine...
what passes as poetry?
words that an amateur writer forces into stanzas.
words that a confused teenager scribbles into their lit textbook.
words that a social worker whispers...
What do you think about when you can't sleep. It seems like you want to think of everything all at once. Your plans, your goals, your past, your debt, what will you have for lunch...
this poetry called ,, <<<< MY SECRET LOVE >>..... THIS IS 4 YOU ....... you know who you are ..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...............i sat down beside you...
I got my song and I'm writing my poetry
Using 2 songs
Badman torro torro mix
Love me again -John Newman
Life's great rn
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
(c) Edward York
I sometimes write down words,
Just to make you think.
I create a feast meant for your mind,
And invite you for a drink.
The words I write aren...
Seal the euphoric polar opposite, it lies to me, it is only a defense tower against my authenticity. I am instead a horrid, violent being with much stigma to my past. At last after...
(c) Edward York
The little ship was barely moving,
Against waves that splashed so strong.
In an attempt to reach for safety,
It had battled way too long.
(Written as a song really)
Sentences float across the page
No meaning to be found
Like thoughts they drift so aimlessly
Cross the sheet on which they are bound
Love is many a splendid thing,
A silken touch of angel's wing.
The roaring furnace beat hearts of fire,
To harmony perfect songs of life's sweet choir.
Sets sprits free to...
Time and time again...
Heart the sirens as they pass..
And I swear it feels so familiar, but it hardly ever lasts.
Now your drugs are killing me and I'm messed up in my mind...
Part of me disagree's with what or how life's treating me.I don't understand baby, who am I to say that this is right?...or wrong, paint me a picture of vivid seas.Some things are...
Hello I'd like your opinion on this poem and yes it's sexual but it's very intimate and special to me. I'd like to hear what you think about it.
Pulling you closer even when you...
Chasing the sunset
Trying to forget
How to feel
Hoping to heal
Living day to day
Slowly drifting away
I spread my arms wide...
I see feathers white ...
you see something different
something different from who i truly am
I am free...
I soar above the mountain tops
A magnolia clings to its branch,
A silent sentinel high in the boughs of a tree,
Watching the quiet sky fall past.
The faint petals grow heavy,
And they slip one by one...
And her words were soft,
But like everything else too soft to endure the world,
They were crumpled and left like dust clinging to the shoes of their god.
And alongside her words...
AS A MEANS
Her energy is a black veil
Obscuring my light
A moon with a sad tale
Eclipsing my days into night
Cold and hollow is she
Voids impossible to fill
Everybody I encounter seems to go for mind numbing serious poetry which relies on the principle that the listener has to feel the same way in order to experience the same emotions...
I have three videoclips of me reading some of my poetry on my youtube channel, please have a look :)
My poems in the comments! It's really long and I wrote it about my Friend who I was friends with for 8 years until I moved. When I moved he sent me and called me really nasty...
"Only in Moments do we all see ... "
In that time we share the same alternate sky's..
That of dark blue, light and black..
Through sunshine and rain...
We all live in the same...