Stanleylove's Saved Poems

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the...

Sometimes I’m drunk
Sometimes I’m stoned
Sometimes I’m tired
Of being alone
Sometimes I’m up
Sometimes I’m down
Sometimes misguided
Just hangin’ around

Every day’s another day of choices
One more chance to grab what you can get
Nobody...

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my...