House on grey house, with streets between
That lead to straggling roads and trail off,
Forgotten in a field of green;
Hours made like mountains lifting
White crests out of the fog and rain,
And woven of forbidden music—
Hours eternal in their pain.
Life is a...
there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
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...
There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.
A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls fused together for a moment.
And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse...
Self absorbed and self destructive;
Destroying their being no matter where they go,
Disappearing within the things they consume;
The addiction they desire, eating away at their souls, controlling their minds, and ruining their hearts.
Never seeing the good that's right before...
Is it because this world is too cold to get used to?
Little 4 year old girl, why are you crying?
Is it because your mom yelled at you for being "too loud"?
12 year old boy why are you in a gang?
Is it because you want a place of belonging and to be respected like you weren't at...
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
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...
linger on my breath
Only a smile to wear
It's how I vision the collision
When bodies crash
Into the unknown
Only a smile to wear
With eyes open focused on your look
How you see me
Like flames I plan to dance into the night
And you will shine like a planet in the sky
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...
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...
momias de versos y esqueletos
de mis antiguas inocencias
y mis románticos secretos.
¿Te colgaré sobre los muros
de mi museo sentimental,
junto a los gélidos y oscuros
lirios durmientes de mi mal?..."
-Piece of Federico Garcia Lorca's Poem Corazon Nuevo
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...
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...
Today is a treasure
To cherish each day
Follow your dreams
Letting hope shine
See the soft beauty
That is inside you
When you feel fear
Love will see you through
To yourself be honest and true
And know you're beautiful too...
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...
With all the engines dying
There hangs a deathly silence
An old lady reads her bible
A boy hugs his teddy bear
The captain gives a curse
And two lovers say a prayer
The crippled silver albatross
Very slowly is descending
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.
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...
wonder, though you think it strange, To see me hold my louring head so low; And that mine eyes take no delight to range About the gleams which on your face do grow. The mouse which once hath broken out of trap Is seldom ’ticèd with the trustless bait, But lies aloof for fear...
when all the words mean nothing
Yet I must continue to write
I struggle with my thoughts
Why can people see things in me that I cannot?
I care with a passion
I strive for what is best
At the end of my day not so great at my success
I don't write to cry out
Yet to bleed out the...
Dedicated to Chelsea
A weekend escape,
To a cabin far away,
To spend it together,
And live life in a day,
We talked and we chatted,
We hugged and we kissed,
For weekends this lovely,
Are too often missed,
We saw the cool creek,
The waters all clear,
We kissed on the...
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...
I am watching two friends who I think are in love go through a rough patch right now. From a distance I wonder to myself what is love really to me? I thought I felt it once or twice but haven't been in it head over heels. Then I saw this poem. I think it brings me closer to an...
There she stood upon a high,
World blowing through her mind,
" Let go & Fall " the wind does cry,
with arms outstretched her falls a glide,
Dizzy...Giddy...she panics inside,
" Your Falling to fast " the words fly by,
with heart in hand she closes...
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was...
Your peach is within my reach
You galactic disaster
I will eat and eat
Feed my famine with your laughter
Pulling you, dipping you, I’m so into you
I deserve every morsel, as I touch your torso
I bend you, bite you and throw you
Now you know me, now I know you...
And, in parting from you now, Thus much
Let me avow
You are not wrong
That my life has been a dream
Yet, if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
I promise that during my days you will be my onlyI know you will be there for me when I feel lonelyI know I can count on you whenever I am downI know you will save me before I drownI promise to be strong when I feel like breakingI'll try to hold on but I may continue shakingI...
This poem very much captures the author's feelings of unrequited love; of being loved just a very little by someone, who always has bigger and better fish to fry. In a few lines, the poet effortlessly conveys that sense of yearning for something wonderful which, for her (but...
Open the door if you dare
The key to my circus
Tempting devils, delights
Waiting to consume
And be consumed
Beasts rutting in heat
The jugular stings
Gnawing on the wound
The tethers scar
Deep to the marrow
wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman...
For that’s what it was.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
Lost to the morning sun
Blue Skies above
2 shooting stars I saw last night
I am pretty sure you were one
A different kind of feeling
Takes me anywhere
I slip off the edge, yet fly
Freely I fly
Your hands always seem to catch me
I wonder why?
A different kind of...
and that girl
When he was young and handsome
And his life was such a whirl
It was all so long ago now
But it seems like yesterday
Then he looks into the mirror
At a man that’s old and grey
He sits and he remembers
How they danced into the night
How she was so young and...
As a leaf blowing in the wind.
Why is it that when visitors leave our masks come off and our real identity is revealed to our family.
Why must we talk behind peoples' back, to try to elevate our deflating ego thinking we are "better off" than others.
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...
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
By Raymond Carver
He said it doesn’t look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before
I quit counting them
I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want to know
about any more being there than that
he said are you a religious man...
what inspired you to write pieces that stood the test of time?
Did you take a deep breath, look around, and expressed what overflowed in your bosom?
How did you deal with life when it was too much for your heart and mind to accept?
How did you escape reality to let nature...