His pessimistic vision. Her realist point of view.
Two wondering souls that know not what to do.
This story is but a meager offering for you.
Broken is she. Always this way and that.
A well rounded man. But, not one to combat.
We laugh like the sinners and cry like...
What are you made of, my heart?
Sometimes so light,
You lift me to the sky.
Sometimes so heavy,
You bring me crashing down.
Sometimes so vast,
You could take the whole world in.
Sometimes so small,
I can't even love myself.
Sometimes so soft,
I want to warp myself in you...
for the sun, clouds making faces at the mountain teasingly making fun, the mountain erupts into a crying fit of rage, tears of blood spewing and running down it's sides, the moon rises and gives the mountain comfort, saying stop crying little mountain the clouds have gone away...
at dusk. Trees stand silent and tall as if awaiting the coming of a King. Through out the forest, flowers covered with frost try to open. Too impatient to wait for spring are they. The howling of a lonely stranger awakens my mind from the depths in which it had been dwelling...
The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours,
Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors,
Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my problems then erased,
though only so temporary, so finite, I only get a taste,
And with that taste I get a craving that is...
that day on the beaches. Those beaches made of sand and stone. Sand and stone stacked and pilled to form pillars and perches, Gates and bridges.
sand and stone stacked so high, the watch towers rose from the ground like a rib cage that protected a non beating heart. But than...
to feel it. I've been berating myself, feeling like a fool for falling in love with a man I can never have, a man who doesn't feel the same way about me. I've never felt this way before, and I've never experienced the pain that comes from the realization that a love cannot be...
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through —
It burned Me — in the Night —
It Blistered to My Dream —
It sickened fresh upon my sight —
With every Morn that came —
I though that Storm — was brief —
The Maddest — quickest by —
look into the clouds there a noble being lies, a being of neither love or hate, a being bound by neither destiny or fate, a being looking for purpose, looking for it's place, in a world that is obsessed by race.
I am sitting in the dark
Threw your eyes there are people
But threw mine there are monsters
You worry how people think of you
And I have noting to care or worry
You are happy
While I fake a smile and die on the inside
You will always be though of
While I am forgotten
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thinking about not thinking about him.
I change positions, I turn the pillow, I get up for a glass of water and then try again.
I think desperately of nothing… yet in all that nothingness comes nothing but him.
The way he would look at me. The way he would hold...
at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and...
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with my smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe...
They **** you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were ****** up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
and I'll tell you why. I'm not afraid of the truth. I'm not afraid of being honest and raw and downright brutal with how I choose to hammer words out of my mouth. I'm not afraid to show myself without a designer label, without any coat of sugary bullshit. I'm not afraid to say I...
Pushing, pulling, rubbing,biting, clawing
On each other like wild animals struggling
To free themselves from long captivity.
Two feral hearts breaking down every
Barrier standing in the way of achieving
The long awaited climaxes of mind and body.
Reaching the pinnacle of lust...
A man,Ravaged,Lies on the field of battle,Nearly broken,His body stirs,Summoning courage,He rejects defeat,Rises slowly,To his knees,Then his feet,His heart,Pumping strength to his limbs,Life to his spirit,And the will to soldier on,WoA
The game we call life
Life is a game we all have to play. You keep getting stronger and stronger and then you die, this is what some call society. Controlling, mind numbing, murdering society, don't be a pawn in the game of life, be a purple cow, be extraordinary...
as we were once told
turning, yearning for something more from us all
must we allow this emptiness to dissolve
we are affected by what once stood tall
or broken down by how far we fall
off this earth that now turns cold
are we to blame for the end of it all
E. Cummings that I thought was nice:
‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my...
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
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It is quite the poem Please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor -Make sure to read...
the unreasoned magic of love and passion...love is not meant for the sanethe madness of passion is what we seekthe heart wants what the heart wants regardlessand we will risk everything for a tasteyou meet and fireworks explodeheart, mind and bodythat electricity that takes...
Granddad and Rosie
Grandad and Rosie
never did like each other,
but Grandma loved them both.
From the day Fred Jr.
brought her home
and introduced her
as his new bride,
Grandad and Rosie
didn't like each other.
But twice a year,
Grandma would bring out
the old Kodak, Brownie
I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm...
I barely fit
The space around decays with time
I close my eyes yet echoes bind
To everyone around
Cries of laughter muffling the pain
Or at least I hope
No hope lost hope
Alone in crowds of where we danced
No home can last
My home is lost
you are now gone from me.
You didn't want to share my love, so I have set you free.
Now here I stand all by myself, and you are nowhere near.
I would not trade for any wealth, the times you shared with me.
I wish you well in all you do, and the happiness you will find.