Walnut trees release spent leaves
Shower me in summertime past. Miles of unpaved roads- meandering.
Aimlessly wandering. Wondering
Last night was amazing, so many great
things were happening You know when you just won something and you are filled with pride Well... that's what I am feeling inside cause never in my dreams have I ever been so filled with these emotions Hit's hard to describe like when I say this person it all got better although it's weird cause I have feelings for for someone else, it's like this new person has come and made me cair lift this weight that is causing pain everyday
What do I do
******* wonder mind
walks the streets at midnight with a spray can and brush canvas the world approval does not matter they do they boo hope meaningless is is is that's all a condition of existence a consistent emptiness to be filled with they and the earth moves
I told her: I know of such a place,
where the cats all come to die. I asked her: do you want to see it? She answered: no. I told her: it's clean and it's important. I told her: it's bright and it's first. I asked her: do you want to see it? She answered: no. She said it in such a way that I had to turn away from her. Ever since then I am slowly approaching the exit.
My translation of Polish poet Marcin Świetlicki's "Swierszcze" ("Crickets")
You gave back only a fraction of what I gave. Leaving me to wonder where all the other pieces went.
And I gave you all of me.
When a soldier marches, where does his focus go?
Forward? To glory or doom? His mind filled with stories of honour and pride of wars long ago? Backward? Of the life, they left behind? To the wife, the child back home? The medals to be shown as trinkets or to speak never more? Have they ever stopped to look around? Of the country, to be or not to be? The mountains, the rivers, the towns and to the sea. The damage to be caused? The life preserved? Regardless, the solider marches
I saw a dream
once upon a time. Don’t know when but often it seems as old as time. Until comes the interpreter goodness knows where that’s feet are. No one was primping but the meaning shows up all in all is a mirror. Oh, when did it all begin? Now, looking at the mirror often it makes me wonder, is there a past or future, beside an omnipresent like now truly a full moon picture.
When I die...
Will you visit me sometimes? Wearing a nice suit, Would you leave flowers by my name and say a few words to get through a bad day?
I did my best,
I can't even take a rest Yet, every single person treats me like a pest, I guess it's a curse, coz I'm the eldest.
Hi, managed to post a poem today. Indeed, I'm lost :(
Live slowly in youth Precious time recedes with age Plaintive as guitar .