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.

I am, a shadowthat grows longer as the sunmoves, drawn outon a thread of wonder.If I bear burdensthey begin to be rememberedas gifts, goods, a basketof bread that hurtsmy shoulders but closes mein fragrance. I...

I cannot forgive you. That day, if you had not refused, I would have given you a present. I would have carved my love in stone.

OnceThere was a quiet island,With a name.You must believe me When I say that sunlight, Impure but beautiful, Broke upon the bay, silveredThe unrepentant, burning moon.

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

THE SILENT PEOPLESome people are so rude,Living their lives with no concern for others,Or possibly just intent on pissing other people off-Annoying everyone around them.The silent people-Want to kill them-And drive forks into their skulls-Create...

Inside my head / or in a distant / Galaxy / Soft I hear it / Calling me.” from the song “In the Blackness” in the poetry collection “Terra Affirmative”.

The IdealThis is where I came from.I passed this way.This should not be shameful Or hard to say.A self is a self. It is not a screen. A person should respectWhat he has been. This...

Look, do you see that poem?’ she said suddenly, pointing.

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ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink.

Nainen kerää kourat täyteen heinäsirkkoja,sudenkorentoja, kunnes eksyy yhä syvemmälleyhä paremmin eksyyeikä halua pois, sillä pedotvenyttelevät jäseniään janostavat kuonon kohti taivasta.

I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem ‘Looking For You

Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace.Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam.Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in...