by Marty Hirst | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Life, to me, could be A circus. But I’m a clown: Ambitions for the high-wire And both feet on the ground. If the only way to see Will be to sleep; Then the only way to play will be to cheat and if the only way to laugh will be to cry; then the only way to live will be...
by Marty Hirst | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I believe that Tuesday follows Monday; And I believe that, someday, I could be content With someone heaven sent. And I believe she means it When she says she sees it In me, but who am I? The one who has to try to be All for her that she is to me. I believe that the...
by Marty Hirst | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I’m cold. Will you warm me? You can warm me; WILL you warm me? CAN you warm me? I’m cold. I’m still cold.
by Marty Hirst | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I’ve crawled through the desolate wastelands of your soul to reach ground zero. Past blackened, charred reminders of battles waged and lost. I’ve breathed the acrid stench of scorched flesh along the way. I’ve choked on the ashes of your past and cried myself to...
by Marty Hirst | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
“Be strong today” “Be brave”, they said in unison. Easy to say For those distanced from your confusion. But to one who thinks he knows you well, And, let’s face it, Who can ever really tell? I find it really quite fetching To see you wanting to turn beauty into...
