maybe yours would be hands that stay
or your eyes, stars that won't burn out
maybe your waves would keep reaching,
instead of relentlessly leaving the shore
but i have said goodbye to parts of myself
and i know they'll never come back
the parts that love
the pieces that trust
they lay here shattered and broken
and i can't let anything close
because i am made entirely of ruins
and i destroy all that i touch
I've forgotten how to live
like a man on death row
accustomed to four walls
and the monotony of routine
waiting for the inevitable
yet still I hold out for the miracle
some dna evidence that this is all a mistake
that there is something waiting for me
and that this death will give way
to pastures full of sheep
waiting for the shepherd to return
there is a tall boy living inside my chest
he is the fingerprints all over my memories
he's why i stand at the edge of this cliff,
and why the view burns my lungs
he is the reason i breathe
and the reason i can't
he is the answer to every question
and why i'm always asking more
he is the mist hovering over the ocean,
sometimes i can't see him
but i know he's always there
he is the reason i feel small
and why my hands can touch the sky
he is the tall boy living inside my chest
and even death will not take him away
fall in love with a boy
who makes the world spin a little slower,
but still holds onto your hands
as if life were his final dance
sometimes i go outside
i look at the sky
will i ever see your face
the wind kisses my skin
gently blowing lace from my shoulder
and i can't tell you
how many times
i've imagined it's your hands
sometimes i go outside
to undress with the sky & the stars
and every time i do
i hope the night has come,
and he is watching
I hope Osama and his companions
Are enjoying themselves in an
Eternal Hell made just for them
After the bombings of Embasies
In Kenya and Tanzania
We took little notice,
When we should have.
Myself, I traveled to both.
Foolish in retrospect.
He was already a FBI fugitive
But people in the US
Have a way of distancing
Ourselves from 3rd world incidents.
Whatever reason, it was ******
On a horrific scale
The US will never be the same.
As I mentioned prior,
9/11 did not shock me
With the universal hatred
Of all things having to do with the US
I traveled not saying anything
Nor waving a flag.
There are kits available
To pretend you are Canadian.
When you travel to the 3rd world
To avoid the hatred of the U.S.
We are known internationally, for:
Wearing gym shoes
The world's nicest teeth
I anticipated a bomb somewhere
Never thought it would be planes.
However, my opinion does not count
Because I am a nobody, politically.
And there would be nobody
To listen to my advice that
We should have increased our safety level
So, what happened, happened.
God bless all those who died in the attack,
All of the survivors that watched
Bless the 340 firefighters who died valiantly
Bless all the people who had to chose:
Between burning to death or jumping
If there is one thing I admire
Is the fine poetry all over this Hello site.
I so admire those who have such
Facile skills with words.
I find I can't write a single
Leaving me with
Envy mixed with Admiration.
So I thank you all for sharing
Your wonderful gifts with me
Im truly in awe.
I have different gifts which are irrelevant
Im really good at advanced math and science
I try to bring my mind to a artistic place
And it just won't settle there.
Thank you all again.
I love your work.
~Arianna Elise Darshani