If there is so many people in this world, why are some of us left alone?
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
If words can move you to faraway places
or open your heart as you read,
or sit in your mind
for hours at a time
It's poetry
If you rhyme or compose at every suggestion
of things that you hear or you see,
or if there's an obsession to write it all down
It's poetry
If you put down your fork on its way to your mouth
so you can pick up a pen
and jot down a note,
you are definitely a poet too.
(Courtesy of: Mike Essig)
If you think that you're different
You are
If you wonder about
or have any doubt
of whether or not you're a poet
You are
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
When you have a friend who lives miles away, in a different country, in a different city it has it's lows. Mainly, the lowest times are being unable to meet up with them whenever you want, when you're having a rough day they aren't there to comfort you or wipe away your tears or watch your favourite comedy sitcom with you which is why when I'm prime-minster I'm relocating the entire human population into a 10,000,000 story skyscraper that acts as a bridge from the earth to the moon which brings together friends, families and lovers.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
"If some people like your painting, fine.
If some don't, well, there's the door.
Take your work seriously
But don't take yourself seriously
Paint for yourself
Enjoy yourself"
I was watching a show on PBS today
"The Beauty of Oil Painting" with Gary & Kathwren Jenkins
Gary said this and I marveled at how much this echoed the attitude we should cultivate when writing poetry.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
one two three four five
here it comes again
one two three four five
but why is she surprised
one two three four five
(they said the counting would help)
one two three four five
“look in the mirror”
one two three four five
“tree trunk thighs / stomach expanding like the universe”
one two three four five
outside doesn’t matter (they said)
one two three four five
“eyes too wide / nose too long / lips don’t close”
one two three
so she can’t stop the words pouring out in heart-piercing whispers
one two
“ugly / unlovable / unkissable / unfriendable”
one
maybe one day she’d pour enough ugly out to be size
zero
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
I spent my life
trying to please my family
It didn't work
I spent my life trying to
Please others
I spent my life......
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Bad news is:
You cannot make people like, love, understand, validate, accept or be nice to you. You can't control them either.
Good news is:
It doesn't matter.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
If you knew how I felt
you would swim further
than the ocean between us,
climb the hills above us
and run out of my sight
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Nobody knew she was
losing herself underneath
this heavy cloud
which became
a part of her,
It would always
pour down once
she left her home,
The birds would follow her
wherever she went
giving her guidance
without her looking
in the right direction,
Swooping and gliding
over her as she sat
alone
From this day,
she is free
protecting the other lost birds
that want to come home
to where they last were
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
At first you were
just another face
in the crowd
Now,
you are the only
face I see
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC