There are many poems which touch us through the years. Poetry has the ability to say what we feel. It’s rhythm sometimes comforts us as a child can be comforted in a rocking chair. It lays bare the soul and pretense and pride are burned away by the fires of yesterday. It comforts us when we feel sadness and despair. It inspires us when hope is almost lost. The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes And the heart … Continue reading Poetry

You amuse me, my dear. You make me laugh with my eyes wide open, blood-red champagne frothing from my cherry blossom lips. Have March gone away as soon as you greeted me farewell with kisses and charming smiles along with your written love letters on my pallid wrists? Oh, pretty one. Take them back, for the saddest poems have sold me out and buried me six feet under ground. Take the scraps and pieces you left on the floorboards as you pack your worn-out suitcase with my heart stitched on its handles. You’re the kind of man who collect broken … Continue reading March has gone ..

I drink from your lips the words you speak. Words are the elixir of life. How your words nourish my soul. My tongue runs over each verb. Suckling upon each noun. I draw inspiration from each syllable. You are like ambrosia, becoming more addictive with every delicious phonetic.   Lips part and a sigh is released. I pour over your words again and again. Feeling each symbol as it vibrates from my lips. The very core of my existent trembles. There is an unspoken kinship that resides between us. I can feel the haunting want that is inside of you. … Continue reading Elixir

Art, writing, drawing, painting, the basic bones of creating anything — it is like being able to press pause on every tiny moment I have ever loved or hated; every second that ever scared me or excited me; to be able to record every breeze that ever reminded me of all those moments I thought I was never going to remember again. Then, I hand it all over to the world, hoping that someone presses play. That is why I draw and write and work so hard till the muscles in my hands go numb — I want everyone to … Continue reading Creating anything…

I saw a boy, his eyes sparkled like thousands of stars, dreaming of a time the men can be equals, he thought that by himself he could swim in this sea of people; he had loosed the rope of ignorance and would be free. He is in captivity and he wanted to be like others and flies freely in the sky. He relished the feeling of the wind caressing his hair and face, lifting his spirits up. He looked at the sky, unperturbed and almost still, in spite of all the noise and movement around him. The life tracks at … Continue reading The Boy’s Eyes

Cœurs profonds, esprits sages, prenez la vie comme Dieu la fait ; c’est une longue épreuve, une préparation inintelligible à la destinée inconnue : cette destinée, la vraie, commence pour l’homme à la première marche de l’intérieur du tombeau, alors il lui apparaît quelque chose, et il commence à distinguer le définitif : le définitif, songez à ce mot. Les vivants voient l’infini ; le définitif ne se laisse voir qu’aux morts. En attendant, aimez et souffrez, espérez et contemplez. Malheur, hélas ! à qui n’aura aimé que des corps, des formes, des apparences ! La mort lui ôtera tout … Continue reading Les misérables

We were only children then sitting behind too-small desks, worn wood and tracing signatures but we hadn’t found each other yet so we kept ourselves warm in printed paper blankets and read ourselves bedtime stories in whispers at night, I wished for you on stars before I realised the sky was full of lies, years later you told me you had done the same and like me you had packed your hopes in a suitcase for better days because both of us were always destined to be runaways so I’m left here hiding amongst the words I never said, folding … Continue reading On stars…

If you look into my eyes not just at them into them, real deep you will see the things of which I dream…❤️🙏 Continue reading Dreams…

Therefore let us all have our own ‘little madness’, our own stubborn mind, full of spirit to go through walls and to resist all storms which we may face. Looking through the for, going through hurricanes, with our heads high up in the clouds, knowing that if we want we will be able not only to work at our dreams, but to get there in some time at the goal where we are reaching for. Good luck! ❤ 🍀 Continue reading Let us …