Always the poet... Never the poem.
Here, you will find peace and maybe more. Stories of loss that do not move me still have a place in my battered heart.
By Will Shimnom Simon11 months ago in Poets
May, you were a cruel month, With your heady scent of spring, Your skies of cloudless blue, And your breezes warm and sing.
By Will Shimnom Simon12 months ago in Poets
Distrustful of men, she pushes them away Afraid of getting hurt, she keeps her heart at bay Drowning in fear, that history would repeat itself
Like a thousand needles in my being You tear me apart, piece by piece Leaving me with nothing but grief I thought we had something special, you see
And darling, I will never claim to understand the intimacy of your hurt. But believe me when I say your tears are like dewdrops on a lawn
I do not want to beg for manna anymore. I want to write, but being overwhelmed Kills any creativity in me. The pain of struggling,
Do not stay where you do not belong Find a path that resonates with your soul For life is short and time is long And your heart deserves to be whole
You be my moonlight lover On a moonlit night We'll walk beneath the stars And feel the moon's light Your hand in mine will feel so warm
The Journey Within That never ends. A quest to find answers That should have no questions. Or should they? Weary travellers on a unknown path
Let the hurt go, my dear, Release the pain, don't fear, Let it flow like a river, And let your heart quiver. The past is gone, it's done,
The beginning is a mystery, A puzzle without a key. It is the first step on a journey, The first breath of a baby.
I spend my days wandering between fantasy and reality. 'maladaptive daydreaming'. The scientists lurking about on google, says, in pages, and wikipedia,
By Will Shimnom Simonabout a year ago in Poets