A Collection of Short Poems: Here I Sit, The Cult of None, Just Keeping Quiet, Does Christmas Exist, A Tribute to Linux and more
For more of my poems give these pages a whirl:
The Great I AmFragments of a Once Broken MindA Momentary Lapse of ReasonMy SonTo Those Who WorryAspects of the DivineRage and RoarTangle HeartWords, Fucking WordsMuddy Waters
Didn't There Used to be Magic
Didn't there used to be magic?
When you were five the world was magic.
And then gradually, the magic fades.
But it hasn't gone, it's still there.
When you were five.
A Short Poem by Irina Foord
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Just like you!
Free to Fly
Free to fly
To soar and roam
For a fire burns for me at home
That I can see as far away
I know my way back
For wherever my mind may go
My heart stays here
Here I Sit
Here I sit amidst the wreckage of my life.
What pretty ruins I have made.
I always loved a broken down castle,
I just never imagined I'd be one.
All we need now are sound and lights,
And we have a show.