Mark Hopwood

Rookie (27th July 1974 / Liverpool)

Mark Hopwood Poems

1. Remember A Time 7/15/2011
2. The Wings Of The Wind 7/15/2011
3. Lost In A Lucky Bag 7/15/2011
4. The Wish 7/15/2011
5. Building Barricades 7/15/2011
6. Grow Young Gracefully 7/15/2011
7. Wildflower 7/15/2011
8. Poem For Nobody 7/15/2011
9. Don'T Go Lookin' For Love 7/15/2011
10. Stella 7/15/2011
11. From Ember To Fire 7/15/2011
12. Between Two Worlds 7/15/2011
13. Insomniache 7/15/2011
14. Sovereignty 7/15/2011
15. Toiletpaper 7/15/2011
16. Tearbomb 7/15/2011
17. People Say... 7/16/2011
18. The Road 7/16/2011
19. In A Glass 7/16/2011
20. Nobody Knows 7/16/2011
21. Bang 7/16/2011
22. Hands Of A Stranger 7/16/2011
23. Tea 7/16/2011
24. Hope 'N' Arms 7/16/2011
25. Wheels In Motion 7/16/2011
26. Immortal 7/16/2011
27. Rain 7/16/2011
28. Stuffed 7/16/2011
29. It's Best We Find A Way 7/16/2011
30. Rainbow Chasing 7/16/2011
31. Tomorrow 7/16/2011
32. Future Unwinding 7/16/2011
33. Sacred Pages 7/16/2011
34. Out Of The Darkness 7/16/2011
35. It's Never Over 7/16/2011
36. Happy New Year... Or Is It? 7/16/2011
37. Further Away From The Sun 7/16/2011
38. Blood In Your Mind 7/16/2011
39. And Nature Said To Me 7/16/2011
40. Worlds Around 7/16/2011
Best Poem of Mark Hopwood

I Walk Alone

When I feel like talking
No one will listen
When I feel like crying
No one will be there
When I feel like walking
I will walk alone
When I feel like dying
Is everyday of my life.

I'm a good actor
Sometimes I can fool myself into believing I'm happy
And as I wipe the words away from my mouth
And throw the burning rag to the floor
Holding the air tightly in my hands
I can sense a battle coming
As the dark black cloud surrounds me again
And the screaming hordes eat into my brain.

How can the sky be the limit
I can't even get my feet off ...

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Tearbomb

Tears falling from the sky
Splash upon the ground below
Exploding into fragments in my mind
Floating off to join the stream
And merge into the rivers flow
Waiting in the shadowlands behind.

Beyond the stones the sinking sun
Falls underneath the ground so low

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