I would let you have it all
Each heartbeat, every breath
In moments like these
When I love myself
In such rare moments as these
You could take it all
Leave me back at square one
With nothing to work with
And nothing to gain
A mountain of a mole hill
I'd want you to soak in this feeling
Let it stain you like dye
Fly it like a flag
Hit the floor drunk with the ecstasy
Bust your head and wind up in the hospital
It's yours for the taking and so much more
If you can only help me know the truth
And ask of me one simple request
"How about not equating death with stopping?"
Please may the fire in my heart that acknowledges truth
Blaze all the brighter in the acceptance of this one
For it is the biggest and best truth one could ever know

(मायथाइ मोनसेनि उनाव)
दिनैलाय मानि मिनिनाय
मोनजारोङै आबै फावगिनि?
थाफ्लि फेन्दा दामै दामै
मेथाइ रोजाबनाय बिनि
-
(आद्रि आद्रि गन्द्राय बोराया थैबाय
थखन थुना
मायरं बिबाय बिबाय
फावगि बुरैखौ फोथांबाय बियो
-
मोन्नाय मानि
दान बिबाननि
सानफानि
बुरैनो गथाय फैबाय)
-
बोराय
थैदोँना थैदोँ
मायरं फेन्दासे एरदोँ होन्ना
खरलेब मनालिसानि मिनिबावो बियो
थांखु लाजानाय खावलाय
-
सिलिम खुगायाव बावगोमायो
म' म' थांखु आलुवा-
सोमो नाङो दाउखा दन्दा लागोआ
फोर फोर गाव गाबागाव बिरलाङो।
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At night when the silence is deafening,
when thoughts of what ought to be is screaming.

Dreams of the future, so idealistic yet unrealistic.  In dreams where I can be anything and everything I want to be.
Yet I am here wide awake smirking at how great and crazy it would be.

How is that possible, to want a lot of things that is not free. To strive so hard yet still at the same spot, how can I flee?

In a life full of hope, yet there seems to be none. To hold unto something intangible, for the tommorows to follow.

You've  never felt more self pity
and embarrassment in school until
You've walked down the halls
Eyes brimmed with tears you
fight to hold in all day and the
Inability to tell anyone what's
going on because you know what
Has made you feel this way but
It all is just too much and putting
It in word would force the breath
Out of your lungs and the water out
of your eyes.

i know how hard it is for you to get to the deep stuff. i know how long it takes you to admit how you felt like burning when your first dog died and how admitting that makes you feel like embers relit because she isnt the first youve said these things to. how long does it take for you to uncover your emotions? i know you dont feel like you can trust everyone to tell these things to. you think, where is their shovel? how do you dig up these things you havent let out of the coffin in so long? how deep do you go before you are buried too? its okay, you will admit these things over and over and your body will always feel warm when you do, a house that survives a fire always seems a bit smokey. i know you dont like to get to the deep stuff, i know murky water makes you nervous. i know you'd much rather float along the surface of this something new until you hit land again but we both know the ocean runs deep and you are fascinated by it. let yourself get wrapped in her, in how she smells so sweet and how youve never been kissed like that before. its okay to want something new its okay to let your feelings go its okay, perfectly okay to move on, to dig up the coffin of what you buried just dont let yourself fall in the grave. they are not all like him and it is okay to admit to yourself that you like this something new. its okay to get to the deep stuff.

The branches lead out from here.
The branches lead out from everywhere,
Entangling in a beauty that few see.
Flowing from branch to branch, root to root.
Entwining and holding and slipping and grasping.
Trying to make a bind that’s everlasting.

The branches get torn, cut, burned.
Leaving that slow branch to yearn.
As much as others try to steal,
As much as they try to keep away.
There’s something the vindictive always miss,
The gentle brush of a kiss,
As roots feel out blindly in the dark.

Nothing can stop the need to feel
The need to seek out under earth,
To drink, to eat, to breathe, to hold.
To grip the dirt between your toes.
A connection that isn’t seen,
So it’s never broken.
The emotion flowing from another’s eyes
That isn’t spoken.

But always felt.

Soften the membrane
of Creative Thought
not the memory taught
Let the Seive of Osmosis
relax into action
not the pounding thought
but the Natural Draw and Release
Ease into Ideas
and construct a Tidy Bed
a Cleared Desk of Concentration
an Operation of My Dreams
Structured
as a Part Within
The Worlds Form
Rightful in place
and Marked Out
then Mailed Out
When Ready
Make me A Use
that I may
In Simple
Create.








© Jon Thenes 2015

My Mother always said that
We should never make promises we can’t keep
So maybe that’s why
I was shocked when you stopped loving me
And when you stopped smiling when you saw my key twist in the lock
And when you stopped waking up on Saturday mornings
Twenty minutes early
To make the pancakes that I love.
When gone were the days when your eyes
Took my breath away
In the most pleasant way
And now it just feels like
You’re cutting off the air in my windpipe.
So maybe that’s why
I sit awake on a Wednesday morning with your picture
Crumpled in my hands
It’s four in the morning
And tiredness hasn’t hit me yet
But when it does,
My god it punches.