Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Non-existing existence,
In my heart
& All my art-
Everything within
That nobody hears.
A silent war of thoughts that I never win,
But fought without any fears

Even if it makes no sense,
Where darkness dance,
In an invincible fortress
Exist nothingness...
“Incomplete, perhaps… but it deserves to stay that way.”
Tears of Stars

Aquí tienes la traducción al inglés de tu poema:

Tears of Stars
Open your eyes, and lift your gaze.
Tears of stars in August.
Flashes that spill down upon us.
Streaks of light in the firmament.
In the night sky, stars fall.
In the universe, wonders are shed.
Lights from the sky, Perseids scattering.
Dreams of the night, other worlds dissolving.
Other worlds stripped away, falling ablaze.
Stories of lights, illuminating the sky's dome.
Open your soul to contemplate the torrent of star remains.
Meteors cast down since the beginning of time.
Lights that melt into the endless sky for all.
In those scorching days of August, in the heat,
where life sometimes submerges into water,
swimming through life, while the light falls.
In the night, in the daytime lights of suns,
in explosions that illuminate us,
life filled with lights and shadows.
In that cosmos where you live,
in the universe of the great,
where the small lives,
among wonders,
of the nights,
of the days.
Thou shalt not ****.

Life must go on,
streams of life that are born.
Life must always continue.
Embryos of beautiful life.
Chrysalises, colorful butterflies.
Life must go on, thou shalt not ****.
Valuable lives from the moment they are created.
Everything has its place in the universe.
Let everything grow and flourish for us.
Children growing, children developing.
Leave the children and butterflies in peace.
Do not stain the blue world with blood.
Do not fill our souls with filth,
Creating life is the wonderful gift,
Let life grow on earth.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                        Disturbances in Church

The more I am disturbed by liturgical novelties
The less I am disturbed by God

The less I am disturbed by liturgical novelties
The more I am disturbed by God

All of which is logical, not odd
Liturgical novelties
suu 5d
i want to witness the shifts in your face, the way your eyebrows might arch when surprise catches you, or how they soften when you’re at ease.

i want to see how your eyes hold their light when something makes you laugh, and how the lines at the corner of your mouth settle when you’re lost in thought.

and i think i could spend a lifetime just learning the language of them.
Need to pop down the shops
On this sunny early afternoon
Just need a few items
They'll be closed pretty soon
Seems a bit odd
A megastore
Gone old school
With early Sunday closing
As I whistle a tune

Need some milk
For my coffee
Need some butter
For my bread
Don't need no *****
For the moment
Trying to keep
That thought
From my head.
Next page