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Dovrei essere proprio come te, Cuore di ghiaccio nero, Sii gentile, Un amico, come creare un'illusione, nella tua mente, sii vicino, fingi di essere reale, un modo per conoscere, i tuoi sogni, i tuoi piani, la tua prossima mossa ,

Quando vedo le tue aspirazioni, che ti portano avanti,

Essendo un maestro manipolatore, come te, pianificherò astutamente la tua caduta, come un giullare, ridendo con la folla, che sono convinto che tu sia sempre stato, nient'altro che quello di un immutabile intimidito.

Sei davvero solo un codardo, hai paura di qualcuno, fai solo uno sforzo per fare ciò che è meglio, hai paura di qualcuno, che non è nemmeno una minaccia per te, o per la posizione che occupi.

Dimostra la tua superiorità, fiducia in te stesso, essendo orgogliosamente audace! Il tuo orgoglio, la tua arroganza, la tua ignoranza, la tua cecità e la tua ipocrisia...

NO, non potrei mai essere come te, rovinando gli altri come fai tu, pensavo di essere lo sciocco, ora vedo, ora ** pace.

Quindi prego sinceramente. "Dio apri il suo cuore, per accettare la tua grazia straordinaria, attraverso di te, conosceremo entrambi la nostra parte, il nostro posto, e se non presto, allora in Paradiso, avremo

un'eternità da rifare. "Sì, ti amo sorella mia in Cristo!

- VenJencie Ⓒ Autore Ven J. Arnold
"I Could Never Be Like You," An earlier poem that I wrote is translated into Italian by me. The title is, "Non potrei mai essere come te."  ~SacredInkedBlood https://m.facebook.com/VenjencieCliftonArnold
Jonathan Moya Nov 2019
It’s hard to tell the lies of impression,  
little bits of puffery that
makes one  look good in the eyes
of a would be admirer.

One may say their name
with a French flair.
Betty becomes Bette.
Roy becomes Roy-al
with the long affected A
stretched out to tomorrow.

One may even tell the story  
about that old trick knee,
the birthmark turned war wound.

When they burn books,
in the end,
they also burn people.
Just Alex Nov 2018
Es de locos amar sin locura, pero es de dementes dejarse caer en el amor sin una cuerda de emergencia
Marta Mar 2018
I am sorry Mr Confucius
I have broken the world

It fell apart into ten thousand pieces
of a crystal glass
It dissolved into ten thousand grains
of a dry sand castle
It frayed into ten thousand threads
of a silk cloth

Words became sounds with no meaning
Hugs turned into meaningless sensations
Faces changed into mute colours

The terrifying truth of deep reality
The loneliness of complete unification

The old sages lied
There is no peace in truth

You were right Mr Confucius
The woman's job is to weave
I’m clearly not an original in this sentiment:
“To each his suff'rings: all are men,
         Condemn'd alike to groan,
The tender for another's pain;
         Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
         And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
       'Tis folly to be wise.”
Thomas Gray, 1742
A masterful One hearing of the Tao
immediately begins to embody it.

An average One hearing of the Tao
half believes it and half doubts it.

A foolish One hearing of the Tao
laughs out loud, and yet
should fools not laugh,
it wouldn't be the Tao!


Thus t'is writ:
The path into the light seems dark,
the path forward seems to go back,
the direct path seems long,
true power seems weak,
true purity seems tarnished,
true steadfastness seems changeable,
true clarity seems obscure,
the greatest seem unsophisticated,
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.

The Tao is nowhere to be found,
yet it nourishes and completes all things.

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Reiterated slightly from Stephen Mitchell's iteration.

Implications abound
from ethics to psychology
and onward to quantum physics,
and every quanta betwixt and beyond!
Matt Jun 2015
The sage had no mind of his own
He is aware of the needs of others

The sage is shy and humble

All things arise from Tao
They are nourished by nature

The beginning of the universe
Is the mother of all things

Keep your mouth shut
Guard the senses

Using the outer light
Return to insight

What is firmly established cannot be uprooted
Cultivate virtue in yourself

His bones are soft
His muscles weak
But his grip his strong

It is not wise to rush about

If too much energy is used
Exhaustion follows

Those who know do not talk
Those who talk do not know
Matt May 2015
He who stays where he is endures

To die but not to perish
Is to be eternally present

The great Tao flows everywhere
It fulfills its purpose silently
And makes no claim

It nourishes the 10,000 things
And yet is not their lord
The 10,000 things return to it
Yet it is not their lord

It does not "show" greatness
And is therefore truly great

All men will come to him
Who keeps to the One

It cannot be seen
It cannot be heard
And yet, it cannot be exhausted

Soft and weak
Overcome hard and strong

Tao abides in non action
Yet nothing is left undone

Without form there is no desire
Without desire
There is tranquility
And in this way
All things will be at peace

The truly good man is not aware of his goodness
And is therefore good

A truly good man does nothing
And leaves nothing undone

When a truly kind man does something
He leaves nothing undone

The sky is whole and clear
The earth is whole and firm
The spirit is whole and strong

The clarity of the sky prevents it's falling
The firmness of the earth prevents its splitting
The strength of the spirit prevents its being used up

Therefore the humble is the root of the noble
The low is the foundation of the high
Stephanie Kahn May 2015
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No te prometo un para siempre, no te voy a mentir con eso
Queremos infinitos para una vida que desgasta
Soñamos con amores eternos que al final nos duran solo años
Amores que no acaben en rutina, divorcio u homicidio.

Creo que nadie puede prometerte un para siempre
Al menos no como el de la ficción
Por eso hoy te prometo no ser tu último amor
Ni el más intenso, mucho menos el más apuesto
Hoy te prometo amarte platónicamente
Incluso si en veinte años estas durmiendo con otro hombre en Madrid
Mientras yo paseo por Caracas.

Prometo amar tu alma que es eterna a donde quiera que se vaya
Y donde quiera que la mía este; y por ultimo
No te prometo amor de una noche pero tampoco uno que limite.
Lesly Jan 2015
Desde que terminamos las cosas fueron diferentes.
Desde que nos dejamos de hablar me siento diferente.
Me acostumbré en hablarte todos los días.
Extraño nuestras platicas. Extraño cuando me decías que me querías.
Extraño todo de ti. Extraño las fotos que me mandabas. Extraño cuando me mandabas fotos o cuando me escribías después de trabajar. Extraño todo. Todo eso me hace triste en solo pensar que te estoy perdiendo. El pensar que nos estamos destinando me rompe el corazón. Cuanto te extraño. Tal vez solo soy yo la que se siente así. Tal vez solo soy yo la que sentí amor por ti. Tal vez fui la única persona que se preocupaba por ti.. no lo se. Pero que te extraño. Que te necesito, te quiero si. Si pudiera retroceder el tiempo lo haría. Haría que las cosas se mejoren. Haría que estemos juntos. Pero que podre hacer. Nada. Quedarme aquí pensando en ti. Ya te he llamado. Te he pensado. Te he escrito y no se nada de ti. Mi corazón te llama te necesita. Pero tu silencio lo dice todo.
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