“Perhaps they’re sad, and they need us too”
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than a night full of tears
from her wide third eyelid
tantric waves of joy and saddness
enveloping her mind
drenched in the wrong kind of bittersweet
burried under tthe flesh
of cracking lips
happening to be unkissed
she is saving them
for the many scattered pieces of her shattered heart
becuase she knows
she is the empress of her own desires
Küsse können viel bewirken. Doch ich küss dich erst wieder, wenn du wirklich fühlen willst, was diese Lippen auch zu sagen haben. Wenn du hören willst, vor welcher Wahrheit du dich immer wieder verweigerst. Denn ich habe es auch gelernt lieber Mann. Während du arbeiten warst habe ich auch gearbeitet. An meiner Sehnsucht, an meiner Abhängigkeit, an meiner Wut, an meiner Art zu kommunizieren. Und jetzt bin ich da. Jetzt weiss ich was ich will und wer ich bin. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #realpoetry#heart#thatsit#realwords#thanksmoksha#emotion#face#remember#lastsummervibes#truthhurts#nomorewords
In a #CharlesBukowski kinda mood tonight, so I turned to what may be one of my favorite pieces of his: Nirvana
Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose,
He was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere.
And it began to snow.
And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the meal was particularly good, and the coffee.
The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things and the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh.
And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there and it would always stay beautiful there.
And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought "I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here"
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window and then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.
And the young man looked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
Or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn't noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.
There was nothing else to do, just to listen to the sound of the engine, and the sound of the tires, in the snow.
Some of the truest, most beautiful love poetry out there comes from the great #PabloNeruda . 🌻Like this gem 💎 translated by Mark Eisner:
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.” .
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tigers eye alchemized
she climbs limbs that look like branches
unbeknownst to herself
curling in ashes
and bone meal
to blanket her sorrows
she hides so much inside
but her eyes melt my soul
like warm milk and honey
i see her bad side
and these days
her good side seldom comes to play
just like the rest of us
her light is ephemeral
her hips pierce like emeralds on my tongue
and when the sun hits her eyes
angels and eagles cry
and men sigh
because their fingers aren't callused enough
to deserve to touch
and the stretch marks
of her journal
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