Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Locally,
Nationally,
Internationally,
Globally,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
insidiuously,
waging a cruel war at us.
Our human cells
fighting on and on,
some tragically
others triumphantly
with the help of our medical heroes.

That Disease
Can’t Own Victory Definitely!

Together, we’ll triumph!

Nadia Brouk

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nice to know you-

Difference unique
me myself and I chose you
love is pair shaped duh!!!

I painted my room the hue of blue
For a reason
You see, blue reminds me of the beach
Which reminds me of hot summer days
And cold summer nights
Which reminds me of when you lent me your sweatshirt
Which wasn’t blue, but when I wore it I swear it radiated that hue
It’s scary having deep feelings for someone
But the radiance of blue was so vibrant
It was easy to push my fears aside
Instead I was filled with calmness, peace, security, and feelings of content  
I was left the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I painted my room the hue of blue
To remind me what I want to strive to feel
Each day of my life

an old woman
sweeping leaves
from her porch

winter's relentless
wind returning them
in nettled dusk

When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

are afraid to be alone.

-Gerineldo, Gerineldo,   paje del rey más querido,
quién te tuviera esta noche   en mi jardín florecido.
Válgame Dios, Gerineldo,   cuerpo que tienes tan lindo.
-Como soy vuestro criado,   señora, burláis conmigo.
-No me burlo, Gerineldo,   que de veras te lo digo.
-¿Y cuándo, señora mía,   cumpliréis lo prometido?
-Entre las doce y la una   que el rey estará dormido.
Media noche ya es pasada.   Gerineldo no ha venido.
«¡Oh, malhaya, Gerineldo,   quien amor puso contigo!»
-Abráisme, la mi señora,   abráisme, cuerpo garrido.
-¿Quién a mi estancia se atreve,   quién llama así a mi postigo?
-No os turbéis, señora mía,   que soy vuestro dulce amigo.
Tomáralo por la mano   y en el lecho lo ha metido;
entre juegos y deleites   la noche se les ha ido,
y allá hacia el amanecer   los dos se duermen vencidos.
Despertado había el rey   de un sueño despavorido.
«O me roban a la infanta   o traicionan el castillo.»
Aprisa llama a su paje   pidiéndole los vestidos:
«¡Gerineldo, Gerineldo,   el mi paje más querido!»
Tres veces le había llamado,   ninguna le ha respondido.
Puso la espada en la cinta,   adonde la infanta ha ido;
vio a su hija, vio a su paje   como mujer y marido.
«¿Mataré yo a Gerineldo,   a quien crié desde niño?
Pues si matare a la infanta,   mi reino queda perdido.
Pondré mi espada por medio,   que me sirva de testigo.»
Y salióse hacia el jardín   sin ser de nadie sentido.
Rebullíase la infanta   tres horas ya el sol salido;
con el frior de la espada   la dama se ha estremecido.
-Levántate, Gerineldo,   levántate, dueño mío,
la espada del rey mi padre   entre los dos ha dormido.
-¿Y adónde iré, mi señora,   que del rey no sea visto?
-Vete por ese jardín   cogiendo rosas y lirios;
pesares que te vinieren   yo los partiré contigo.
-¿Dónde vienes, Gerineldo,   tan mustio y descolorido?
-Vengo del jardín, buen rey,   por ver cómo ha florecido;
la fragancia de una rosa   la color me ha devaído.
-De esa rosa que has cortado   mi espada será testigo.
-Matadme, señor, matadme,   bien lo tengo merecido.
Ellos en estas razones,   la infanta a su padre vino:
-Rey y señor, no le mates,   mas dámelo por marido.
O si lo quieres matar   la muerte será conmigo.

I see you

I know you can be
alright without me

I think I need you,
but I hate you

It hurts to sit here
with nothing I can do
and you've ruined me
but I'm just stuck

In my mind
and I don't want to move

I don't want to live
if I have to think about it
everything I didn't deserve from you

The only reason you could effect me this way is because I love you

everything i didn't deserve
everything i didn't deserve

I don't want to live
if I have to think about it
and watch you live

I don't want to live if I have to think about it
..and watch you live on

Like I'm not here

suffering.

i put my spring jacket on
not knowing the winter
was yet to come back
you had your time acting off
weren't here anymore
to warm up my heart

A time of silence
Ogma does not speak.
Sophia sings
through leaves
babbling water
scent of pine
snarls and blood of birth and feeding
I am here
This river flows into my navel
Many channels and deep
Memories
Dancing along the lifeline of Chiron’s hand
This ridge along the milky river
I am here
Miach in Airmed’s care
Cruithear.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

Sometimes I feel they don't want to see me.
Sometimes I feel they don't want to see me around them.
Sometimes I feel I need more light even I just have a little.
Sometimes I need the way I can see myself even when I always get lost in many darkness.
Sometimes I feel  I am bad when I am doing something and they want me to be perfect one.
Sometimes I feel I always do wrong.
And
Why?
Sometimes,
I write
and cry
and also pray.

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.

don´t make her love you
if you are going to come and go,´

don´t tell her you´ll protect her
just to end up letting her burn,

don´t make her trust you
if you arent planning on answering her calls,

don´t pretend you understand her
just to get under her skin,

don´t make her show you her demons
if you aren´t brave enough to fight them,

don´t make her fell she is essential
if you are going to walk away,

don´t call to say goodnight everyday
if you want her to sleep when you forget,

don´t make her give you everything just to leave her empty-handed,

don´t make her believe you care
if you plan on dissapointing her,

Don´t make her yours
if you aren´t going to be hers´

Dont make her your bestfriend
if you don´t plan loving her ´till the end

First we became friends,
Now lovers.
I don't want this to end,
For us to become strangers.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

Simple minds have more Room for Wisdom That travels through Time. Possibilities open to More than a complicated mined Can Achieve.  Believing Is the key to Simplicity.  It opens the mind To the magic of time. To a complicated mind Time can only go forward and backwards. To an open mind It can take you anywhere, Sometimes Reaching the other side in a blink of and eye. A complicated mind Can only see on the inside Or outside of the space it fills. it cant See What's In between Because they're too busy thinking About What's not happening Instead of believing in what can.🤔🤔😀

don't worry about me
i'll worry about you
it's my job
relax son,
i'm your guardian angel
if your soul is cracking at the seams
you can have some of mine
and when i'm gone
you can return it with your tears
and replace it with my peace

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.