Let the fiercest storms that drowned my soul,Break the barriers of defenses my ancestors stole.Let the volcanoes that tore my insides apart,Wash away the shame, my tattered heart.Let the mountains crumble and fall onto me.Let them shred me to pieces, to victory.Let me stand buck naked, vulnerabilities bare.Let me fall into the ravages of the red sea.Let the cruelty be gifts … [Read more...] about Hidden Gifts, By: Teri Dourmashkin
Sylvia, By: Nathan Mallon
Easeful blue eyes imitatedA kind of fervent candourWhilst I tired to focus on the imageOf your old explicit faceWhen you asked me if I’d eaten that dayYour eyes returned to acceptance A life enveloped in kindness expiresLike any other being’s sad passageYet a stopped heart and impulse free brainShouldn’t make you less of a humanYour behavioural traits and single … [Read more...] about Sylvia, By: Nathan Mallon
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IX. Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe, By: William Wordsworth
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest Is come, and thou art silent in thy age; Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs. Oh! there is … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IX. Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe, By: William Wordsworth
The Mysteries Of Four Seasons, By: Pawel Markiewicz
the dreamed winterthe storks sitting meekly in Africathe butterfly frozen in the marvelous pondmice write a gorgeous mytha rural boy longs for the moonglowwitch apollonianly bewitcheda stunning worldin a moony wayI am full of druidic wizardriesYou are like a dragonflyWe are singing the dream-like springthe storks are coming home so tenderlythe butterfly awoken in glory but … [Read more...] about The Mysteries Of Four Seasons, By: Pawel Markiewicz
Writing Wrongs, By: Sabrine Jawad
I never meant for anyone to confuse falling in love with going insane, I picked you the same way I pick flowersI have aches in my bones that probably aren't worth touching but you make sure you feel the sections of me that seem to have been abandonedI know im capable of scaring you awayand I cant promise you that you're right about me. Someone once told me to never to make a … [Read more...] about Writing Wrongs, By: Sabrine Jawad