Biography of Conúil Duffy
I've been commiting crimes against poetry for just over a year now. I think i've learned a trick or two along the way, but if you want to give me some advice; feel free.
Conúil Duffy Poems
You And Me
She's sitting right there, What've you got to loose? Do you want a kiss or not? You choose.
You tried to talk to me today. I didn't reply. You know why. It wasn't that I didn't want to, you know that, I didn't know how to.
To Dream A Dream
Have you ever had a dream that was so perfect that it hurt? 'cause you wanted it to be real but it was just a fantasy
A Beautiful Song
I stood there in complete suprise, she was looking at me, into my eyes. I couldn't understand what I could see.
I Fear I Am Dying
I fear I am dying; nothing is left inside. I am empty.
The Old Oak Tree
We did things because we wated to. We were freee. There was her, me and opportunity. We were in love. We lived together by an Old Oak Tree.
My Favorite Bird
I did not beleive in perfection, but some thing are too true. How could I have known perfection without knowing you?
You, You and You. How the gift is given. Most of them hate it at first (such damned fools) . Some of them cry to stop, and damn themselves. They don't know what they're throwing away,
Every Little Fear
Straight down there in front of me; the last thing I want to see, the last place I want to be. My Devil's staring at me.
Want to talk, but having to watch from a far for no we musn't exist, our love has a bar.
I Know You'Re Probably Hurting
I know you're probably hurting now. You're proably in great pain, but you're free from me. You are in great gain.
Dead Boy's Poem
I just hang around now. Not doing very much at al. Not doing anyone any harm. I assume yous looked at me.
Some things in this world are not meant to be. This can be sad, but its not tragedy. When there is something that you realy want and somebody takes ti away from thee.
On My Own
I was so happy that i soared. I flew up and was on top of the world. I was right up there on my own. I flew up. I was on top of the world.
You, You and You. How the gift is given.
Most of them hate it at first (such damned fools) .
Some of them cry to stop, and damn themselves.
They don't know what they're throwing away,
but its gone. They can never have it back.
The chosen mix in with society.
They look, think and act like normal people.
Most people don't see them for what they are;