J'ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses ; Mais j'en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes Que les noeuds trop serrés n'ont pu les contenir. Les noeuds ont éclaté. Les roses envolées Dans le vent, à la mer s'en sont toutes allées. Elles o...
An envy of that one consummate part Swept me, who mock. Whether I laugh or weep, Some inner silences are at my heart.
when the glory night envelop the moon that would light up the exhilaration of heart.. the sun was reluctant to reveal smile to warm the earth.. when the fire burn until the wood becomes charcoal yield and melted into disappointment.. the earth will a...
Two seeds destined to grow in concert, planted together in the field of love.’” She took in a lungful of air and continued. “‘The sky cast wet buckets of dreams and desires, the roots took shape, and the leaves tangled as one.
The sea waves stirred before me they dashed against the rocks Like a mermaid rising from its depths curled white sea foam were her locks...
I will forever walk alone in a world overflowing with those that will never understand my meaning of “Learning to See” I’m always teaching myself to see beauty in all aspects of reality, yearning to learn the beauty in others, from their vision...
Silence explains a lot of things. It tells us why people are who they not supposed to be. It's the fear of being afraid. It's because of their own safety. Sometimes it becomes an unexplainable feeling. It shows the insecureties, acceptation, love and...
Anchor It took twenty horses to lug me through the shipyard on the back of a cart like a fifteen-and-a-half ton pantomime dame. My spitting image was weighed on the other side of the bow: two fat men in drag; we felt as though no-one could ever bring...
I believe in your kiss... your touch and the way you make me feel. I believe in your eyes... that make me see the good in most. I believe in your mouth... and your sweet taste... and the softness of the words that flow from you. I believe your love h...
Words I ONCE HEARD A MAN SAY OR WAS IT SOMEWHERE I READ, OR MAYBE SOMETHING I WROTE A THOUSAND TIMES IN MY MIND. YOU GOT TO FIND YOUR OWN MEANING IN THIS WORLD. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU CHANGED, YOU STILL HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE FOR THE THINGS YOU HAVE D...
I bleed to un-break you, un-mending me. I fall to save you... now who will save me.
I balance you on the end of my pen. Teetering between love and letting go.
I was just an option. Blown easily to pieces and offered to the sky by the sweet laced pain upon your lips.
I can't love anymore. Except for you... I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore. You delivered silence I've birthed freedom.
In that wounded place, buried between my ribs and letting go, I miss you.
I've never seen beauty so devastating as in the lines that trace our hope and fall from the stars.
Steep fall to the ground shattering like clay pigeons missed by bad shots and unsteady hands.
Careful. The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.
The arts (painting, poetry, etc.) are not just these. Eating, drinking, walking are also arts; every act is an art.
A Poet = A willingness to be vulnerable & to trust the inner voice.
