Breathtaking-- Hazel eyes speak a deep soul and I drown like a marooned sailor gulping the baleful brine. To desire-- With such palpable need I fear as death cannot inspire that I am fixated like a rat to the snake-eyes of unshaken indifference. To love-- As one does without knowledge, the chest-aching specter of certainty that drives men to be fools --What would you have me do? Trust to fate and come to me, Or else arrest this froward heart.
I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true ... All I want for Christmas Is you ... Isang Masagana , Mapayapa , at Makabuluhang Pasko po sa Inyo!
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It is that time of night again, Suffocating and inky black. The moon hidden from sight, Strange chills up your back. Walking along now, Down this lonely street, With its flickering, dying lights You are quick to move your feet. A sound from behind Or was it from beside? Adrenaline, heart pumping, You increase your stride. Real or imagined, You cannot say. Fear fills you, And there it stays. Almost home now, Letting your guard down. Something tugs at y...
The first snow of the season falls Walls of white and gray envelope the land The earth snuggles in for a long nap The hectic head long rush of time slows Nature girds itself for Winter's deep carees and begins to dream of Spring
Grinning figure you twist and turn. Going through motions you don’t learn. Someone pulls and tugs your wires, Your body is frail and quickly tires. And you don’t try to fight, You perform throughout the night. And you dance, And you dance, And you dance. Dancing to those devilish strings, Not holding hope for better things. Trapped in the same routine, Your tortured self remains unseen. And still you don’t try to flee, Just frolic with imagined gle...
Life is A Journey 人生如旅 Written by Jack London From the hell to the heaven, There’s no straight way to walk. Sometimes up, sometimes down. Hope creates a heaven for us, &nb...
The Search for Happiness Happiness is like a beautiful butterfly The more you chase it, it soars high But leave it alone, and sit down at peace It will settle near, and then grasp it with ease Happiness is like a delightful rainbow With a spectrum of hues, it does glow It adds the shades of color to a day long And fills life with tinges of rhyme and song Happiness is like a candle bright Its flame brightens the shadowy night Its ...
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Did you ever try writing poems as a child? Maybe for that boy or girl you liked? I remember writing poems. I used a particular style I had seen someone else do that I thought was really cool at the time (and still do to this date). It involved using the persons name using each letter in their name to make the first word on each line of the poem. For example (the name chosen is random and not necessarily from someone in my past, just in case): Sandra S weet as honey A lways so true ...
First, start with the title: it must be directly related to the content of the Poem - or not. Then, begin the Poem with a phrase of tempting ambiguity, a detail so compelling that the reader will follow you as you pull back to reveal its unexpected milieu. Continue by making an arcane allusion to a 17 th century English essayist or by adding a sly reference to one of the lesser known Beats (noth...
Everywhere I look I see the flock lost in their prayers: young and old rich and poor Jew and Gentile. Each in holy communion huddled around their electronic beads, their mutant rosaries. Speaking in tongues to unseen companions, each believer in holy solitude connected to something greater than themselves. In gratitude they offer the abstract sacrifice of their time. ...
This mortality creeps upon me like the relentless single-minded zombies from “Night of the Living Dead.” Death and all her servants keep dropping hints into my life like postcard solicitations falling out of magazines. My eyes take longer to refocus. My torso stiffens overnight. My hips surprise me with their occasional ache and some presumably insightful thoughts vanish before they ever reac...
Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 Once again the day has been paid and now is gone. These days gather speed as they snowball down the hill indifferent to me. In these busy days nothing is negotiable and no one will budge. I’m on the losing end of this tug-of-war but everyday I try to snatch for myself a moment unscheduled with nothing ...
When her biological father left she dove head first into depression. The counselor provided by my insurance said "well, let's just handle her problems as they come up" not realizing there were five screaming meltdowns just on the car ride over. (This therapist was in over her head.) Her next psychologist affirmed that she had depression and anxiety, and she was referred to a psychiatrist who prescribed Prozac w...