Onlyme : Writing

like a bad marriage....making the best of a bad situation...ironically

like a bad marriage....making the best of a bad si..

A Poem by Onlyme


It,s alright for me and everyone elsewho does not have cancer. To talkabout it. But I don't know all.It's the poor soul like my manand other people wh..
We are all fucked Up

We are all fucked Up

A Poem by Onlyme


We are all fucked up,in this f**k up world.Your not the only one.Who is fucked up?We all have our own problems and woes.Let alone things that upset us..
Boredom Of Intelligent So called minds.

Boredom Of Intelligent So called minds.

A Poem by Onlyme


Intelligent minds. Need an outletwhen they are bored,as they get into trouble.Talking s**t and upsetting folk.Loose lips sink shipsAs does an intellec..
Warlocks & Witches..

Warlocks & Witches..

A Poem by Onlyme


Warlocks and witches.Broomsticks and cauldronspells and concoctionsbeing added to the pot.Cackling and babblingchuckling and even whisperingare heard...
Compassion, Understanding & Admiration....

Compassion, Understanding & Admiration....

A Poem by Onlyme


We take our eyesight for grantedBeing able to see.Imagine going blind. Or not even beingable to see at all. From birth.How would you feel?I must admit..
Amy the ballet dancer....

Amy the ballet dancer....

A Poem by Onlyme


Amy loved to dance from an early agealways on her tiptoesPrancing and dancingaround the living roomat any golden opportunity, she got.She declared at ..
Flaws & Being Human.

Flaws & Being Human.

A Poem by Onlyme


A humble heart is a good heartwho tends to get used a lot.A greedy soul. Wants and neverfeels full.A sad person needs love and comfort.An angry person..
Underside Of Waste.

Underside Of Waste.

A Poem by Onlyme


For some humans in this world,rubbish is their gold to buythings. From the homeless guy wholooks for plastic or glass bottles.To trade in for real mon..
Finding Equilibrium For Oneself.

Finding Equilibrium For Oneself.

A Poem by Onlyme


Sometimes being alone.In solitude is not everyone liking.But it can help heal a broken soul.And make you reflect on oneself.as well as find and seek i..
The Changing Seasons..

The Changing Seasons..

A Poem by Onlyme


Leaves crunching under feet.The smell of moss.The snapping of twigs as wewalk.The colours of nature. From oranges to brown andreds delight my eyes.Aut..