but still it was nothing. A tinge of no feelings and warmth. I am so cold, that I am no longer here. You may place your hand on my cheek, but I am no longer here. You can no longer feel me and when you enter the house, walk past me. Keep going until you lose memory of me...
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...
de una forma inconfesable,
de un modo contradictorio.
con mis estados de ánimo que son muchos,
y cambian de humor continuamente.
por lo que ya sabes,
el tiempo, la vida, la muerte.
con el mundo que no entiendo,
con la gente que no comprende,
cold teeth, chattering hymns. Come to me still feverish & holding on to hurt, ask me to show you what you're worth....Come to me, still lost at sea, with spare parts & bottled hearts shipwrecked. I'm your ribcage. (Amanda Torroni)
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"
"I'm passionate about poetry because I'm an oceanic person, meaning, I love what's underlying. I love the conversation that isn't just verbal. I love the shadowed mystery and waves and underground. If I had to choose one thing to read for the rest of my days, give me poetry as to...
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...
that you find in good mornings text and smiles the kind that comes with butterflies and stolen glances the kind where you laugh for no reason and a smile is forever glued on your face sweet simple, honest, pure...then there's the kind that finds you at a 2am phone calls and the...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Something deeply spiritual. The way we fall into one another so naturally like our love was carved of the earth. There star system bursting at our fingertips when we touch we're in tune. Our hearts croon the same old song. The universe planned for us. I know it, I know it..( B...
and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have held me
till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered voices that not again
Will turn to me...
uniforms of red
I saw them waiting on the hill
And I felt a fearful thrill
I saw their venom start to rise
I saw the madness in their eyes
I saw the angst of many years
And the hatred in their tears
I saw them charging with a scream
I saw their spears and sabres gleam
a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind...Katerine Mansfield
the way; but left me none the wiser for all she had to say... I walked a mile with sorrow; And ne'er a word said she; But oh! The things I learned from her; when sorrow walked with me(Robert B. Hamilton)
You lie so still,
Like a work of art.
Where there was laughter,
Silence fills the ears,
Where there was joy,
Sorrow is reflected in my tears.
One is the loneliest number,
It does ring true,
The thing is I never really minded,
Until after you.
Friends to the grave!
To see my heart and soul.
No lips but yours,
Pressed firmly to mine,
Soft, warm, intoxicating...
No hands but yours,
To hold tenderly in my own,
To feel them moving over my body,
Thrilling and arousing me to my core.
No arms but yours,
Holding me and pulling me
So close to you...
ways you might like to think so, she did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the cold sea , her smile was crooked and bent, her lips were chapped and thin. She did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts but a she was beautiful in...
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...
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...
porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te...
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...
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...
This fear of mine is reasonable
Right before I say the words
I feel a grip on my throat
A knife to my stomach
And a voice in my head
Saying, "You could get hurt"
It warns me day and night
Over and over again
To deny what I want
To protect what little I have
and black and beautiful. She drew it about her
like a shawl and so divided herself from the world
that not even Age could find her. Now and then she
steals into the men's societies and fits her voice
into their holiest songs. And always, just there,
is a shadow...
Where the silent moonlight falls. On the floor are mysterious footsteps. There are whispers along the walls. And mine at times is haunted. By phantoms of the past. As motionless as shadows. By the silent moonlight cast(Henry W. Longfellow
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...
“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...