Published on Wed, 8th Oct 2025 at 22:46
by William Troup
Execrable words upon my walls,
their tarrying unknown!
this solitary path bedevils me,
yet what of you remains?
this earnest heart continues,
but not without regret,
and upon the pastures,
my heart does fill;
where to hang upon my walls?

Why Am I So Different?
Published on Fri, 5th Sep 2025 at 01:00
by William Troup
Why am I so different?
Is it my mind, heart, or soul?
When will this madness end?
What will be the toll?
I am further away from my youth,
and fewer days latch to any sense;
yet onward, I continue;
Why am I so different?
I am shunned by differing
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Hollow Dreams
Published on Wed, 20th Aug 2025 at 16:20
by William Troup
Hollow dreams awaken me
from an anxious sleep; opaque skies
cloud the arcane sun, and what looms
is crushed beneath my soul.
Velvet rays dry my eyes, as yearning
beats no more; madness lingers, but not
what's seen, and cerulean skies
cast the pastures
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Published on Tue, 5th Aug 2025 at 00:53
by William Troup
I must be down by the sea again,
I must be all but me.
I must be down with my dreams again,
I must be all but free.
I must be down,
I must be me,
I must be me again, but here.
I must be down by the sea again,
I must be all but fear ...

Eyes
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 21:52
by William Troup
No eye, for this eye;
as for me, you are blind;
as unraveled as the sheets
that await before my sleep.
No rivulets seep from my skin,
no fallacies reign in the deep;
for time is a war of attrition,
nothing more than a tradition;
and what of me, you ask?
my
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Forgotten Goodbyes
Published on Fri, 31st Jan 2025 at 22:39
by William Troup
Pools of loss, grief, and emptiness;
these I wade with cautious eyes.
Pain is the power that pushes me on,
as flowers wilt in forgotten goodbyes.
My soul may try to catch your shadow,
yet so little of you remains.
The weight of time may slow my feet,
but here I
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Published on Fri, 31st Jan 2025 at 22:31
by William Troup
I feel a sudden sense of despair,
am I still human, or beyond repair?
These waves seem permanent,
unknowing of time,
and fester in dreams that yearn for lines.
These minutes are baleful,
unbidden, but strong...
so am I still human, or beyond repair?

Hello Water
Published on Fri, 31st Jan 2025 at 22:22
by William Troup
Hello water, fellow water, passionate in all your streams;
where you flow, one must know, yet still it evades me.
I sit beside you, never as two, and watch the world go by;
purest of parts, as forever my heart, continues to loiter here.
Dear water, clear water, immaculate with all your
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