and it's hard to breath.
It surrounds me and feels like death.
Down, it pulls me.
Deep into the abyss.
Down, it chokes me.
Cant see through the mist.
Bleeds from the inside out.
Shake, from constant...
the sky?And we ran through the forest to find where it lie,I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow,You were holding my hand and saying not to let go.When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair,A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air,And the words to...
darkness in my eyes
soul, so true but
life full of lies
I hide under, covered in shame
and say to myself
I've got no one else to blame
No one else to call
I've just got me, myself for all
I've got the sky
with stars shining high,
rivers flowing down.
I feel like a clown...
close to silence
I'm sure that you have heard
The gentle constant ringing
In the space between two words
When you really pay attention
You find it's not just in your head
But instead is whispers of the words
The world has left unsaid
It's "I love you" left unspoken
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...
Loneliness is what i feel
I feel so alone
I feel so isolated
The emptyness in my heart
Can not be feeled by any soul
I am surounded by people but yet i feel so alone
I am in a room so small and so dark
Fear takes over me, i scream but no one hears me
This room so small and tiny...
Woman the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne; for Woman an altar.
The throne exalts; the altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain; Woman, the heart.
The brain creates light; the heart, love.
Light engenders; love resurrects.
Because of reason Man is...
it’s a shade, sometimes sunny
Live every moment here to your heart’s content
The time that is here may not be tomorrow
One who loves you whole-heartedly
It is difficult meet that person
If there is someone like that somewhere
That person is more beautiful than all
weeping in the town you rule
a crown for it, a crown you'll wear
with the frown upside down.
A smile waits, creates
its own space, waits
until it gets, late.
For fate has met, its
other date, a date far away
some time later, but not today.
Because today, you lay
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch...
isn’t wasted at the end of the day
When you’re in bed thinking about all the things
You could’ve done,
You could’ve said,
All the empty boxes left on your to do list
Time is wasted
When you’re standing on a rock at the edge of a waterhole
And decide to not jump...
He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful!
Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
Put your lips upon my forehead
and glance your eyes
to the sky...
As if, through a mist, a first loom;
You are a fine line that holds beauty
So fragile it seems, yet so pretty.
You are the wind that grace my meadows
Of thoughts and lights up my weary shadows;
You are the sun after my night
That lights up everything in sight.
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...
To her, she's imperfection. She is dust on torn pages of books and broken hands on clocks that used to spin in lover's homes. To me, she is perfection. She is the sun the moment it is washed by the sea and the children's heartbeat in the moment it explodes from the water once...
“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...
Yes, I know this was a song, but the song lyrics read like a beautiful poem. So I decided to add it to this ep group. I found out that this song was written as a love poem/song in 1957 by a British singer named Ewan MacColl for his lover, Peggy Seeger. http://en.wikipedia.org...
nothing in all of my life had ever been more beautiful.They tore off their glowing garments andpresented themselves naked.They were an open bottle for the worldto drink fromWho you ask with eager eyes?I will tell you, but you must promise methat you will look for themand...
I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms...
In life afer life, age after age, forvever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age...
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...
not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
Sanguine colours circulated around her as she grows,
The room fills with light as her cry resonates as she enters the world,
The world... if only she knew what she was getting into
The arms of her mother leave her behind to find another
She screams as she takes off in a metal...
dripping out my arms, falling apart
Screaming within, love, hate and fire
Come wash away my sins, show me desire
Take my hand , lead me through the dark,
Show me how to live again, while I express my pain through art
Walking through the flames, burning like it's hell, cast away...
clear waterThat drips upon a stoneIn forests far and silentWhere quiet plays alone.Her thoughts are like the lotusAbloom by sacred streamsBeneath the temple archesWhere quiet sits and dreams.Her kisses are the rosesThat glow while dusk is deepIn Persian garden closesWhere quiet...
come to meas a bird.So I build you a bird house.Centuries agoyou taught me to sing you,with your throaty smudgeleaving the higher noted to melike sweet dark coffee and sweet creamwhere grit and the sublime collide.But in this life you are spirityou come to meas a birdso I build...
slower, the floor
cold, i'm getting old
and dead and shot after
sore laughter i feel like
an actor for death
in the stage of life
trying hard to stop
to hold my breath
to murder me
under the blue
and bleak of the sea
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...
I though of this one. This is one of my favorites which means a lot to me. Shelley wrote beautifully with a heart which must have been full of passion. Enjoy. ~J
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean...
that seen through the soul
Eyes that gleamed with innocence and beauty
Eyes harmless, yet their gaze was cruelty
A soul wrecked and ruined by a glance
A soul that longed for lips to dance
A soul that seen the truth clear, but
A soul that hid behind it’s fear
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...
all due to sectionalism, slavery and states rights too
Many lost their lives to get the country back together
The trail of blood has spread since the first day
Humanity deranged causing families to be estranged
I cry seeing the fact that our love ones are getting killed for...
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
A thought... ay, like a flower upon mine heart,And drew around it other thoughts like beesFor multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;Whereat rejoicing, I desired the artOf the Greek whistler, who to wharf and martCould lure those insect swarms from orange...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
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...
who was wonderful and so very funny. We attended his funeral, a few days ago, and this poem was read. It was found in a schoolbook he had kept for over 70 years.
Spring Morning by A.A. Milne
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups...