What happened to simple old me? : Writing

Temperance

Temperance

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


Tell me, where did I go wrong again, I can barely keep this smile to my face. I publish dissatisfaction with much temperament and pry commonly o..
Near To You

Near To You

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


We'll foot finelyaround one another's path, you'll open the squeaking door - and when you think I don't notice, pleasingly I'll let you know thatI do...
All right

All right

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


I lose myself in your arms, as together we fold the night into a tiny parcel where, wrapped together, we find eachother's embrace.
A Fine Frenzy

A Fine Frenzy

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


A diamond hidden from sight we found those times rarely, excitement and extinction. But too often we laughed, and wavered slowly when the pace ne..
Empty-Thought

Empty-Thought

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


I should walk with you into a valley where shadows roam the hills we run - I am hopelessly lost and you lose me in our moment a faltering drop and..
Crosses

Crosses

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


I pray that you will wait for me. Surround my heart of pumping veins - When you kissed my forehead I felt Euphoria. Provide my twisted brain with your..
Side by side

Side by side

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


You see: sheltered in the corner, away from blustering winds.A blistered feeling creeping up from the yellow, grunge maggot toes that wiggle, like ..
Author

Author

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


Are we spinning a web, vinyl black rubber-lace chew.. It has all been said now, and we will not manage to separate the millimetres from the ties t..
Segment

Segment

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


Shovel an axe into,and gouge my eyes, until, my scathed sockets bleed. Softly releasing and softly praying; they wilter and lie silent, cold th..
Lectured

Lectured

A Poem by What happened to simple o..


There's a reason they placed apun on this very syllable, rocking us back and forth and grating our skin, now shaven upon the sands. Ever-lifting you..