Alone

I search for slumberland to seek out those desirable dreams where nothing is as it ought to be nor however...

Title: A lonely soul in a busy world
Poet: Steve Anc

The world had gotten wings,
it's...

Forest darken depth
lurking blind inside her head
molten burning burnt
schemes to...

It is now
When I ask for nothing
And have nothing more
​​​​​To give...

It is...

I pen my poems and I write my songs but I don’t have anyone to play my tune
So I have no other...

That sweet little girl doesn't live here anymore..
Not like anyone ever noticed and they never did...

How can life slip away
in the blink of an eye,
a childish smile
to be meant for...

I cannot wait to tell our story
of how we came to be and how I lost you at the same time
my...

Murkiness, miasma stifling me
Visibility is zero-zero impossible to see
Such a smokiness of...

If I told you my hush-hush of heaven forbid could you keep it cloak-and-dagger left under a lid ?
...

Suddenly I sat and realised again
What is life and where is the end
As if I was so different...

Well today’s an unusual kind of day I’m sat in an Asda carpark wasting my hours away . You see my better...

She’s a Huckleberry hillbilly wearin’ petticoats frilly, catchin’ all the boys eyes and givin’ them a huge...

Alone in the world is a bad place to be
No one here to comfort or protect me
I will sleep by...

Is there a way out or will it be like this forever.
Forever trapped in a no win situation a...

Title: The Nightingale of the broken heart

Poet: Steve Anc

Was listening to the eerie...

It’s Thursday,
It’s morning
And it’s throng;
It’s eyes,
Redundancy
And...