The musings of a melancholic man.
Poems, stories and anecdotes to make sense of the world.
Creeping you come slithering across the lapping shore, a silent tide promising the unknown. - A shivering wall what lies within,
By Alexander Stoddart4 months ago in Poets
Woe betide the eternal grey, grey for so long, darkness ev'ry day, it seems impossible not to succumb, to this dreary way.
By Alexander Stoddart5 months ago in Poets
Rejoice! For the skies are now blue gone is the overwhelming gloom, the stormy grey, ousted by the cerulean sky. - Now the sky is blue
Passion is overwhelming, passion is fleeting, how quickly does a passion become our identity. - Yet as fleeting as the Winter Sun,
Disappointment, what a charged word it feels both too strong yet also not strong enough, to accurately capture life's nuances,
By Alexander Stoddart6 months ago in Poets
Life. Life is fast, life is slow why is it that, whatever its is I am angry unsatisfied, when it's moving too fast and I feel so busy
Without you our leaves are withering what purpose is there, through all we do, how do we grow, with no light. - Like the greatest oak
Most people do struggle for a subject in which to write. - Yet i find my words ever flowing no shortage of proclamations.
Moving somewhere new community searching still difficult heartwarming
Time passes slowly quickly it moves waiting not time will never cease
O glory for the fields for they are growing, flowing oceans of emerald as far as the eye can behold. - Flowing with the tides of wind,
How oft are we reminded day to day, that our freedom is fought for paid in blood, yet when exercised constraints array, freedom is a concept mired in mud.
