As we climb great heights
we forget the grounds below.
Much like mountainclimbers,
people earning more money
than their friends tend to be
greedier, selfish, ignorant and egotistical.
CEOs, for example,
tend to forget those on foodstamps.
In fact, their salaries are 484 times that
of the average worker.
Helloooo 20 vacation homes!
Inequality is rising in this country
at an alarming rate.
The top 1% owns about 80%
of the wealth in our country.
What can I say?
Those few mountainclimbers
can't even look past their noses.
Life is not made up of things.
It's made up of **moments.
It doesn't matter how much thick your pocketbook is because you still could be poor in spirit.
I refuse to give a
I am disgusted by our political system. It sickens me how both parties are funded by wealthy CEOS, so in essence the privileged few are pulling the strings of the puppets, who are the politicians.
The warmth of the mug
pulses through my hands
as I lift it to let another sip
of that aromatic golden liquid
touch my dry lips.
I love tea. Sometimes I have 3 to 5 cups a day. It helps heal me, so I love feeling cleansed and healthy after drinking it.
I can't stop smiling
every single day.
I think that it's because
you finally came my way.
I finally found that the guy that I truly have feelings for is a supportive, generous and amazing guy. :)
Spare me the misery of your absence, my dear
so that I do not grow delirious without you.
One day without those tender blue eyes
and I am lost in a fog of my self-pity.
The joyous cadence of your laughter and smile
never cease to enchant me day after day.
But where does your loyalty lie, my dear?
I shall not question your motives, love
for by faith and God you leave my side.
We must find the love
to carry on.
Life is hard. We falter and we fall, but that does not mean to give up. We must dig deep and find the love inside ourselves to keeping going.
Why are we chained
so tightly to the bed
of our insecurities?
Don't go through the motions
Pick the lock.
Struggle as hard as you can
until you break free
and escape the lair of
your own personal insecurity.
Such passion flows from fingers
that scale the controlled embellishments
The melodies swirl in your brain
as you try to imagine caressing
the ivories with every female voice
that Chopin encountered.
Expressing profoundly the experience
of Chopin's work cannot be described
It must be felt.
Only then will you find passion in its raw form.
All Captain Hook wanted was love.
All Cruella de Vil wanted was self-esteem.
All Cinderella's stepmother wanted was success.
These villains were not villians at all.
They had the same intentions as everybody else on Earth.
Like a big slice of chocolate cake,
I would love a cultured gentleman
with a delightful accent.
Light me as your candle.
Feel my warmth surround you.
No matter where you are
my light will guide you home.
where all is dark and dim,
rejoice in my warmth
for I am always beside you.
Our love will never die. An everlasting light. <3
If I shouted into the void,
*would you answer back?
Answer me, please. I long for your pleasant response.
And we will dance
until the whole world
is dancing with us.
Peace. It is contagious.
Someday I will
drown in my tea
fade into nothingness.
I see the question before a test
"Mark your ethnicity"
and I think
Who the hell gives you
the right to care about
my skin color?
As if I am proud of my ancestors
putting the Native peoples on reservations
and hissing at innocent school children.
What have we become, America?
We condemn those that
"hop the border"
yet we don't recognize that
we are the aliens.
Bigots that don't step back
and marvel at our
beautiful mosaic of diversity.
Love where you come from,
but NEVER mistake
victory for **degradation.
I always dreamed of going to prom
hanging on the arm of a dashing guy,
so walking into the main office
to get my single prom ticket,
I saw the principal, who smiled brightly
I smiled back at him,
but my eyes were tinged with the color
prince charming is a broad term
for a gentleman who truly
respects me for who I am,
what I do, and how I look.
He must tolerate my quirks
our demons must be compatible
so they silence each other.
If you did ride horse,
I would be impressed but
I'm more concerned about
character than some fantasy.
We will find ourselves
on a couch intertwined
like vines. Our hands
like a doilie.
Ah beautiful love. Is there anything more spectacular in the world?
(although I don't think I need protecting)
P.S. I love your kiss ;)
I desperately want to sit across from that
lonely man in the restaurant.
Perhaps he, too, would
enjoy my company.
We all have had those encounters with lonely, old men dining alone in a
restaurant. In one way or another, we
desire to keep them company. Nobody
deserves to be alone, especially eating a meal.
We need to speak more in
terms of endearment.
More honeys, darlings
sweeties and dears
don't appear to be important
but they are.
Love can be so subtlely
slipped into conversation
by simply placing a
term of endearment
after the phrase
you wish to say.
I'm tired tonight, dear.
I'm tired tonight.
*There is no comparison!
would you mind not taking Crimea?
This is not the Cold War
nor the time of Imperialism,
so I suggest that you go back
and think empathetically about
the Ukrainians pushing to be
part of the European Union.
You must try to walk a mile in their shoes, understand?
There is no more Soviet Union
or the Iron Curtain,
so you really shouldn't be meddling
in Ukraine's affairs.
Let the revolutions play out and
what will be, will be.
Minds are books.
Never close them.
Mentes son libros.
Nunca los abráis.
I have no "thigh gap"
nor any desire to wear makeup,
but I am still as beautiful
as the cover model on the
Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.
Make sure to include me in the next issue.
Las hojas verdantes se caen del árbol alto y magnífico.
Las veo fijamente en maravilla.
La naturaleza es mi hogar.
Please tell me,
Who is normal?
Is normal some kind of
condition that society
divides people into
or did we find a way to
create it ourselves?
In many ways,
normal and weird
are the same things.
If only we knew how to identify
those stuck in-between.
Since when did cellphones become another *appendage?
I want to drown
in your sea.
Whoever you are, I want to find you.
Who knew that
colored paper with
dead guys' faces on it
could have the power
to influence, corrupt, and even ****.
It baffles me how people think more about the bottom line and filling their pockets than helping people and valuing their human relationships. Where's the love???
If I could,
I would cover you in kisses
like snow slowly but surely
making the ground a blanket of
soft, fluffy white.
I like writing love, borderline-erotica poems.
The touch of
your soft fingertips on my back
How can one resist the touch of one's significant other? It simply can't be done!
and drown in each other
We love with a love that is more than love. <3
My heart is in a civil war.
One half is Russia, stuck in its
The rival is full of
absence, ambiguous tension
and uncertainty of attraction.
Russia wants to modernize and
leave the Soviet Union behind,
but like the argument over Crimea,
the Soviet influence is still there,
looming like a cloud over every decision
that I make.
Words can slice and dice peoples' hearts
quicker than a knife ever will.
Words bring emotion and people will always remember how you made them feel.
I am a raging storm in a teacup.
Tip me over and pour me out,
but prepare to treat your burns.
Sensitive* yet Strong
Tough yet Caring
Outspoken yet Silent
Brave yet Timid
Sometimes I hear you
I reflect on how confused I am sometimes. I never know if people are laughing with me or at me.
I am not perfect.
I make silly, stupid errors but
chastising me for it will
make me dig an
even deeper hole for myself.
Improvement comes with encouragement.
I am the rhythm
You are the touch
it wouldn't take much
to make some exquisite love.
Thus I fall into the deep pit of almost-erotica.
Love surrounds me.
I can feel its pulsing warmth
enveloping me like an electric blanket.
Sometimes life hands you separate ingredients, but only you can take the cookies out of the oven.
If you want to see
real* blood, guts and gore,
look in the garbage bin
of a womens restroom stall.
Every woman should bathe herself
then look in the mirror au naturel and say,
"My body is beautiful" because
we forget sometimes that the only person
we need to please is
I refuse to write you a love story
by myself because
we must write it
We are the only ones in the room.*
Your eyes seep into me like honey dripping from a beehive.
We pass by each other and your fiery gaze draws me *closer.
I take in a sharp breath, forgetting the commotion around us.
Nobody else is in the ballroom.
Just us until the music stops.
This poem is from the scene when Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth dance for the first time during the Bingsley ball in the movie Pride and Prejudice. This poem is from Elizabeth's perspective, full of internal passion and love. Everybody wants a love like Elizabeth's and Mr. Darcy's. <3
that your caresses
on my soul.
I find that having a love like this a burden that I am more than willing to carry.
We are a slew of
antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes.
Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature.
No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy.
We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos.
I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food.
Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls
If you think questioning the world around you