by Tom Mcgreevy | Mar 29, 2008 | Poetry
It’s a long poem since I wrote a time The words they spell out funny They leave my brain just perfect On page as thick as honey I know just what I want to say I face you ‘back to back’ I think of words in glowing white They then come out in black My tongue it works in...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
‘Neurotics build castles in the sky, Psychotics live in them And Psychiatrists charge the rent.’ Cynics do not believe in them, Hypochondriacs die in them And Critics, sincerely, doubt them. Psychopaths kill for them, Obsessives want them And Advertisers...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Dying is easy, it is the living that is hard; A quick scratch of glass upon a pretty throat, A razor cutting deep into a slender forearm, The rope, the gas oven and that little bottle of pills. Dying is so easy, too easy; living is hard; You die a little each day, and...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
I’m going out today, this is my day: full of confusion and much disillusion, stronger than I thought but no time to be bought, friends at my side with a place to abide and love in my heart which will never depart. Now I’m going today down the real highway,...
by Mack | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
I’m happy and sad Compassionate and bad Can’t sleep at night Can’t do anything right I wanna be alone But not on my own I’m in love but I hate I’m a burden on the state I’m possessed by the war I killed what for? I see shrinks I see...