Biography of Peggy Pollock
19, Art student. Manchester.
Peggy Pollock Poems
There’s a train that leads to miles away, It’s a special train, It leaves today. You’ve looked it up and booked it Bought your seat,
You Are Not A Con Man
Writhing guts And retching ribs And twisted lungs And bleeding lips
Overgrown Grave Stone
I never thought that weeds would grow Though years they have been left, I know Somehow I thought that nature's way Would shout "a loved one here is lay! "
Siren Rumble of traffic Rustle of wind Singing of birds
Alas, I fell for your words For your tongue, for your verse How it hurts How it hurts that I fell for your words
Sun sits and rests Makes silhouettes Of strangers by the sea I stop my steps
You Cannot Sing
I like the fact you cannot sing You cannot try to con me in You do not need to hide behind A hidden interest; ‘hard to find'
You Had Me For A Moment
For a short sweet moment, You had all of me. Not just me in that moment But me eternally.
Sunset spills a golden glow Into a gloomy room Under golden paint I know you know The words that will be spoken soon
Memory Of Fairy Lights
A sad excuse to brighten life So ugly did they hang for us So limp to simply gather dust And even with the candles lit
Eyes of a crazy Driver, Your steering the wrong way Take a pretty yellow and and make a dirty gray
A sudden distaste for my own music Calls for a silent torture And I wonder At my own misfortune
I Know You
I know you, we've before. But you don't know me. You've spoken to me Been impressed
Put me on a pedestal And ill perform for you You fool. Ill press your eyes into my lies
Alas, I fell for your words
For your tongue, for your verse
How it hurts
How it hurts that I fell for your words
Can’t get much worse
Don’t ever start with ‘alas’
Alas, its passed