You are not who you think.You’re not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.

Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind...

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.Parece que los ojos se te hubieran voladoy parece que un beso te cerrara la boca..Como todas las...

Timetick tocksays the clockwhirrling bynever shyquietly passlayer upon grassuntil time has gone.than you die.

You were just another stranger in the room,In a room full of bodies, I was attracted to you,I became your tiny dancer,I became everything to you,Little did you know,That I’m just a dancer, Not your...

I’ve seen daggers pierce the chest,Children dying in the road,Crawling things hooked and baited,Rapists bound and then castrated,Villains singed in public square.Yet none these sights did make me cringeLike when my Love cut all her...

A Word On Statistics-Out of every hundred people, those who always know better:fifty-two.Unsure of every step:almost all the rest. Ready to help,if it doesn’t take long:forty-nine. Always good,because they cannot be otherwise:fourwell, maybe five. Able...

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lineshe wrote a poemAnd he called it “Chops”because that was the name of his dogAnd that’s what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an...

Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.

Dancers are the flag bearers of the artistic renaissance.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the...

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.

Things it helps me to rememberWhen in a bad mood, keep quiet or still.Baggy jumpers don’t suit you.When you’re tired you get doubtful.Difficulties come in spurts.Listen to the echo of your own voice. Avoid be...

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me; all things leave me -You remain. Other thoughts...

girlsplease give yourbodies and yourlivestothe young menwhodeserve thembesidesthere isno wayI would welcometheintolerabledullsenseless hellyou would bringmeandI wish youluckin bedandoutbut notinminethankyou.

there’s no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

Unable and crippled I amAs I gaze into the vastnessThe vastness that harbors your praiseAnd glories of the best of creation…If I tried to spell..A drop of ink from your loveMa quill would burn in...

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

I’m a peasantI’m the muzhikA pest you’re destined to play the musicAnd yes it’s pleasant to say it’s beauty I’mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

Animals, birds, and fish confirm Your power and Your existence.

Don’t be polite.Bite in.Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or...

Love is wind for the soul

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me

Must always try to be out thereGetting everything out thereTake what is inside yourselfAnd place it out there.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered....

That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. “It’s an art to read the stars, baby.”I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so...

Il più bello dei mariè quello che non navigammo.Il più bello dei nostri figlinon è ancora cresciuto.I più belli dei nostri giorninon li abbiamo ancora vissuti.E quello che vorrei dirti di più bellonon te l’ho...

Romantic waves beat deep in my chest of playful untouchable thoughts of you… As dreams are the threads I weave with care the path for you to me…the sky above lagoon with lovely lights, soft...

What happens to a dream deferred?

Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust…

Casi no soy, pero mis versos ritmanla vida y su esplendor. Yo fui Walt Whitman.

A double-edged swordOne side destroysOne releasesI am your Gordian knotWill you release or destroy me?Follow truth and you shall:Find me on waterPurify me through fireTrapped by earth nevermoreAir will whisper to youWhat spirit already knows:That...

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

Light is more important than the lantern,The poem more important than the notebook

How many people came and stayed a certain time,Uttered light or dark speech that became part of youLike light behind windblown fog and sandFiltered and influenced by it, until no partRemains that is surely you.

if I finally do catch you and put my mouth to yours you will taste that summer.

I’d rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I’d rather play soccer than go to the doctor.I’d rather play Hurk than go to work.Hurk? Hurk? What’s Hurk?I don’t know, but it must be better...

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.Another life is never safely envied.

If the power of love is in your heart then dance away to a universe beyond the stars.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds…you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you...

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

an axiom of sorcery: If you come to know yourselfno one else can know you

from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember thanking him each timethe session was done. but mostly what i seeis...

funny”, you know?I feel taller. I like that.I’ve never been away from my shadow forthis long. It had always clung to my feet,parting momentarily for a quick dive intothe swimming pool. But never for fivehours....

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

It’s the end of man and I can do whatever I want.

It seems only yesterday I used to believethere was nothing under my skin but light.If you cut me I could shine.