Sounding Out P.

“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech." - Simonides Pixelated images Dance across the carpet, Perhaps today Will wish the world anew, Preparing tomorrow For adventures too few, Prevised realism In great years to come, Precious postures Sweep into daze ahead, Playfully wishing For fears to be shed, Passion... Continue Reading →


Time’s Your Effigy

She escaped tomorrow, Draping forever across auburn skies Without standing on the precipice Of blended emotions with an empty bottle, Her pigmented relentless origins. It's strange how much you mean today, Between the fissures and figments, I didn't think our worlds would collide With nova flare and digressed phantoms, Yet, there you are again! The... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow (Quote of the Week)

"Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday." - John Wayne

Waiting For A Day After…

Haemorrhaged love Hold my sentimental Heart to long orders Entirely belated, Who can help The tortured souls Of old relationships? Overdue absolution Simmers below us all, I saw good in you once, Those long lost nights Spent immersed in each Others luminescence, We created futures Bared only for our eyes, Sweet tomorrows And tender dreams,... Continue Reading →


Today I Disintegrate, Dissipate to Tomorrow, Hopefully You will Not follow. Poem © Phen Weston

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