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About me - Sid de Knees

Sometimes we write pieces and present with enthusiasm and extreme haste. It would seem Helium taught me this;

"we do live long enough to regret our actions".

"Post in haste, repent in leisure".

One thing I know about myself is at times, I am a complete wally.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-awareness: 2 of 235
Discovering Myself!Haunting whispers once oppressing,spring to mind for re-addressing,Asking why I didn't go,Why'd you stay, and douse the glow?That once from you emitted such,a glow that darkness, yearned to touch,and now a shadow of yourself,a sprightly soul, jarred on a shelf.In deep regret and solitude,echoes of my past i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Searching: 1 of 69
It is in there, I know it isTo solve a puzzle I must find,some clues contained inside of me,and I believe I'm best alone,so when I love, I'm truly free,of all the pains of yesterdays,that cloud tomorrows out of sight,a little like the clouds have done,to all the stars they've hid tonight.I shall pursue like blood hounds do,un... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hate: 3 of 200
Beware.I bear no consideration,for weak and feebly minded soulsI am a beast and I devour,discarding people, blackened holes.I'll rise up if you give me chanceand once I'm up know this my friendmy power to destroy eruptsand seeks to bring all love to end.All hope and all consideration,ever held will be destroyedI am the beast ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling: 1 of 60
Mountain climber! My fingertips are stinging me,and down my arms a raging ache,My shoulders feel, an agony,though my mind tries, it cannot shake. My spine believes that death will come,and my hips glee as do my legs,my spleen and tummy muscle drum,support as my fraught body begs, "Oh fingertips, why hold on now?Why can't you... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 10 of 599
The death of a sweetheart.I'd touch her cheek, and she would glow,her eyes bore a sultry gaze.Oh how I ache as I recall,my love of younger days!I'd touch her hand, and see a flame,rise high inside of her,and as her lips, moved close to mine,I'd feel my soul concur.We'd dance beneath, the midnight moon,make love until the dawn... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Describe yourself: 5 of 294
I've got a look of Robert Redford,crossed with Steve McQueen,sing a bit like Elvis Presley,dance like Mr Bean!Often find my silver tongue,and twinkle in my eye,makes me when compared to most,an average kind of guy!I'm full of romance, will and want,and like a little drink,have a rather cheeky smile,and fetching gentle wink.I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Global warming: 1 of 52
Trying to ease, my cost!Generations yet to come,I'm sorry but it's true,The bill for people living now,will be addressed to you.As yours will be addressed to kin,you're never set to meet.Just as my kin of long ago,laid their bill at my feet.And as I write, so I address,these debts bestowed on me.As well as follow greener ways... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections on success, struggle, and happiness: 6 of 298
Though dim within us all exists.Since admitting addictions,I'd so long denied.I have found my way back,from my prison inside,to be free of my warders,brings joy to my mind,since my warders so happily,rendered me blind.I am led by a light,I found dying within.As I searched in my darkness,for death to begin.And I followed the l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Babies: 2 of 99
Grandson.He looks at me with glowing eyes,my T-shirt's nice and clean.Fresh canvas for his works of art,a lumpy winter scene.His bibs are never big enough,to catch his special works,they come delivered in a rush,of bobbing little jerks.All along my fresh pressed shirt,then down my arms and back,lumpy little blobs of milk,begi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wishes: 2 of 99
Wishing I was done today. I spend my day collecting time,so I can spend that time with you,and often think, are you like me,just rushing through all you must do,to get to all you wish to do,as I find I am doing now?So I can spend that time with you,I face each depth and breech each brow.I swim the lake of day to day,and comb... More..