Andrew M Parker : Writing

She Disappeared

She Disappeared

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


When she appears in my dreams I don’t think for a second that anything is out of place. We are exactly like we were in the real world, awake. No..
Elizabeth {She Broke My Heart}

Elizabeth {She Broke My Heart}

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


My heart flutters like a crippled butterfly though only for a moment. My mind fills with disbelief, shoving my heart down into my stomach, to have the..
Who Knows

Who Knows

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


This place is filled with These peoplethat have Those faces you’ll never forget YouYou were from that place with all these people that had those..
Go Away

Go Away

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


Rain, rain Don’t go away Don’t just come back another day I want you to stay For as long as you can Fall from the sky To shake my hand Bur..
The Keeper's Girl

The Keeper's Girl

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


Down by the riverA keeper awaitsThe hum of a girlThat simply createsThe tune of a song With her own willful mindYet she ran straight along And left th..
Oldie, but a Goodie (a lost poem)

Oldie, but a Goodie (a lost poem)

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


I live inside Of a crazy man’s mind I’ve decided to call it my own. Cause I’ll go for a walk And not have to knock When I went to ge..
Start Over

Start Over

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


I’m sorry, my life I’m dying But it’ll all be over soonNo more heartbreak for me And a little less pain for you Don’t worry th..
In Loving Memory

In Loving Memory

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


“Hello, hello!” I dare say, as people walk by. They do not stop to say hi;They never do,And I don’t know why. I wave to these people..
Open Wide

Open Wide

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


Beneath soil and stone, I am trapped. Inside the earth, hiding from the atmosphere. I ran from the ocean to bury my fears of being taken alive, By..
All Out of Wine (originally titled Champagne)

All Out of Wine (originally titled Champagne)

A Poem by Andrew M Parker


Dark scars. Cold breath. It’s lonely inside my head. Quiet house. Pale skin. Time to open the Box again. Clammy hands. Freckled nose. Here&rsquo..

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