My life is filled with buckets of tears; thousands of people shouting in my ears; the humming and chirping of hundreds of Himalayan birds, which are irresistible to hear.

The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even...

To count the stones losing countis the sense of our life: the algebraof our displacements.To follow paths losing sense is the circumvolution, the evolution: the logicof our moments. But. No.There is no symmetry in our...

So here is my story, may it bringSome smiles and a tear or so,It happened once upon a time,Far away, and long ago,Outside the night wind keens and wails,Come listen to me, the Teller of...

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

it is so dark now with the sadness ofpeoplethey were tricked, they were taught to expect theultimate when nothing ispromisednow young girls weep alone in small roomsold men angrily swing their canes atvisions asladies comb...

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work– I am the grass; I cover all.And pile them high at GettysburgAnd pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.Shovel them under...

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

Everything I do you are here to give me an assurance that I will succeed. What an awesome Father you are.

I notice you have the assault proof vest -So it’s my fault I guess.So apparently I didn’t say ‘no’ as loud as my clothes could say ‘yes.’You see I didn’t know that my ‘no’ wasn’t...

Don’t be afraid to be afraid. Have fear, and then conquer the shit out of it.

I submitted a poem last night to The New Yorker. They said it can take up to three months to hear back. I got rejected immediately.

Everything is all right,When you’re here,When you’re right next to me,When my hand is in yours,Don’t leave me,Don’t leave me empty handed.

ANY FOOL CAN GET INTO AN OCEAN BUT IT TAKES A GODDESS TO GET OUT OF ONE.

Kushtrimi i SkanderbeutÇ’asht moj Zanë kjo gjamë nga malet, Ç’asht kjo ushtimë që kurr nuk ndalet, L’shon kushtrimin Skanderbeu, Dridhet toka, tundët dheu.N’kambë shqiptarë ju me u çue, Me ngjesh armët me luftue, Ka ardhun...

Yes, I know,” Isadora said, and then read her poem, leaning forward so Carmelita Spats would not overhear:”I would rather eat a bowl of vampire batsthan spend an hour with Carmelita Spats.”The Baudelaires giggled and...

i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt memore than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in thedesert/ & i cdnt let you in on it...

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs...

Qui croitPouvoir faire du mielSans partager le destin des abeilles?

Meadow’s Waltz…the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began…

to live in this worldyou must be ableto do three thingsto love what is mortal;to hold itagainst your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let it go,to let it...

she wanted because art

Yo te he nombrado reina.Hay más altas que tú, más altas.Hay más puras que tú, más puras.Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.Pero tú eres la reina.Cuando vas por las callesnadie te reconoce.Nadie ve...

The search began 10 years agoTo find a nasty viscous foeThey searched in caves and undergroundBut no Bin Laden could be foundThe President full of seethingCalls his Generals to a meetingHave you looked under your...

I stood there on the corner of the street,I held on to your hand,I looked into your eyes,And all you responded with was,”move on

Flute of BreathDusky condolenceToday i ‘ll sing youMy Sighs

Matahari sudah tuaApa yang terjadijika ia tenggelam ke lautdan tak terbit lagi?

His brow is seamed with line and scar;His cheek is red and dark as wine;The fires as of a Northern starBeneath his cap of sable shine.His right hand, bared of leathern glove,Hangs open like an...

Each today, well-lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope. Look, therefore, to this one day, for it and it alone is life.” —Sanskrit poem

Dance to inspire, dance to freedom, life is about experiences so dance and let yourself become free.

Life remains unchangedtill a leap of faithruns towards heaven

The mind-is not the heart.I may yet live, as I know others live,To wish in vain to let go with the mind-Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells meThat I need learn to...

Do I, then, belong to the heavens?Why, if not so, should the heavensFix me thus with their ceaseless blue stare,Luring me on, and my mind, higherEver higher, up into the sky,Drawing me ceaselessly upTo heights...

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland...

Cold stars reflected in the waterAbyss beckons us his dark distance.Our world, only one of hundreds,In which we can not see the sun.In this world, I am uneasy,I want to touch another planets.Because there is...

the worst thing,” he told me,”is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

sometimes it’s hard to knowwhat todo.

Forcing the muse to let thoughts flow; equals to pushing a child, into labor.

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can loveand who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

Your daily war chant: ( screaming it is mandatory! )Ooooooooh today, today I will see,what a happy place the world can be!I will make someone smile,refuse to being vile!I will share what I love,take someone...

Rivers, water streams, water falls, water lakes, seas and oceans confirm Your creativity.

I want to write a poem about “Truth,” “Honor,” “Dignity,” and whether the toilet paper should roll over or under when you pull on it.

My heart’s scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

The DonkeyWhen fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings,The devil’s walking...

I am who I say I am,I’m not some fantasyof how you think you think you knowor who I ought to be.I am a girl who is growing up in my own sweet time,I am...

…but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.

When the heartIs cut or cracked or brokenDo not clutch itLet the wound lie openLet the windFrom the good old sea blow inTo bathe the wound with saltAnd let it sting.Let a stray dog lick...

I know you can’t wash in the same river even onceI know the river will bring new lights that you will not seeI know we live slightly longer than a horse and not nearly as...