when I speak I speak
only of love.
when I breathe I breathe in the
curiosity of sin.
when I exhale --I exhale the
beauty of living.
as I wander in the darkness of life
I seek out the
extraordinaries.
when in doubt
I somehow find that the
darkness and light
collide.
even the best fall down,
the stars shine even
when they don't want to,
so why can't I.
life is full of wonders,
I will find them one by one,
hundreds of hundreds,
I will find why life
is worthwhile.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
If only I had erased my thoughts
before I could think,
and suffocated myself
before I could sink
If only I had undone my knots
before I was twisted,
and ended my existence
before I existed
©
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC