i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again...
The cars pass in a hurry,
not taking in the scenery.
As I sit on the sill,
I watch the world pass by.
The people just strolling by,
ignorant to the beauty of life.
As I sit on the sill,
I watch the world pass by.
Nature turns from Spring to Summer.
Summer to fall
And suddenly we...
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
Who would find magic on the ground,
As though the secret to real joy
Was something left lying around.
She'd pull it out of library books,
Their pages ripped and worn,
And swore that she could see it
In the air before a storm.
If you're wary of believing
Know I'm no...
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
mind;bathing me in sweet acronyms,traced upon curve in calligraphywhile whispering in prose our dreamsand...he'd dip his quill; inking upon my skin,noun's and verb's I'd absorb into my heartthen...my poet, whispers again sweepingme off my feet in syllabic count;taking control of...
..and I know it's kinda bad but I still want to share it.
I see the fires of the souls of those around
I see the pain and torment of everything
The injustice of the world
I see all this and want to bring True Harmony back to this realm.
and stretched himself (things were gathering pace now) and looked at where the pump had been that the soldiers had blown up so that nothing should be left standing, and complained, saying, “What are we going to do about water?,” he, Michael K, would produce a teaspoon from...
Summer To Your Heart"
I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have...
just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin...
sooraj rahtay thay
Kuch sooraj mann ka pagal tha
kuch chand shookh aur chanchal thay
basti basti phirtay aur har pal hanstay rehtay thay
phir ik din donon rooth gaye
saray sapnay toot gaye
ab chand bhi us waqt aata hai
sooraj jab soo jata hai
badal shab say kehtay hain
have some work published some day (if the Hollywood superstar thing doesn't happen first)..but in case it takes a while here's her first published work..text to me by her elder sister this morning.
"I wonder why
The moon is high
It's like a pie
Up in the sky"
and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes YOU..A poor joke you pathetic little fkin jokes. hope you like the poem about a joke.. your life story-a joke :) "......
It is from an EP user...
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands, the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your...
across space I guess
will be all we will know of one another.
So little of what one is threads itself through the eye
of empty space.
The self is the least of it.
Let our scars fall in love.
From "The Book of Nightmares" by Galway...
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
which has been running through my mind for some time. Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote the poem, "Who Am I?" shortly before he was executed in a German concentration camp in 1945. I find the words challenging, yet comforting.
Who am I? They often tell me,
I come out of my cell...
after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half acre, square mile, island, country
knowing at last how you got there,
and say I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
there soft arms from around you,
the birds take...
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
winding, tangled,Into sweet nothingness,InsignificantSleeping hidden, overgrown,darker, deeperRock bound pathsmisted and rain drenched,Where with one misstep,You might stumble,You might slip,If you are lucky,Into a real life.~Jl Stanley~
and fun time may always be in your heart no matter how far apart you may slip.
Light to dark
Dusk to dawn
Comfort in the heart
Brings light to the room.
Helps heal the soul, treasures to be seen all sparkles around. Warmth of two souls connected by the heart, never let that...
had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
Three times I drove the demon out,
Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . .
And yet I know beyond a doubt
He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet.
the one we call "Mr.Perfect." The one we're to blind to see doing anything Wrong but that's the same guy who cheats on us but we tend forgive and accept aplogizes that he takes for granted ... we love him to point where we start to cut the people who really matter off.. He...
than the others. He was exciting and made her feel things she had never felt before, touching secret places of longing inside her, she never knew existed. He did alarming things to her heart and mind she couldn't explain. He was deliciously dangerous and that's exactly why she...
in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless...
With maddening hunger
I?d write to the point of suffocation
I?d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I?d write about you
a lot more
than I should -Benedict Smith-
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...
for seeking love through other outlets.
Love hurts sometimes and yes I know this now.
Maybe I didn't love you right or maybe it's not my fault.
Why point the gun when there's no bullets in it?
Forget the past because it's been a while since I've heard your voice.
With maddening hunger.
I'd write to the point of
I'd write myself into
Manuscripts spiralling out
like tentacles into abysmal
And I'd write about you
a lot more
than I should.