Its vivid , its thrilling ,its beautiful , the view of the place of my dreams . The more I think , the more I get satisfied with the peace I feel after moving in its feilds unconsciously.
It will take efforts , time and hard work to reach there , but the happiness and pleasure is worth the fare.
Miracles are made by us and i'll create one for myself , I wont be patient for my impatient dream , but will step each time quite thoughtfully.
I might tremble but wont ever leave the grip of that virtual reality , as today its a dream tomorrow's it will be my reality.
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Masami Horikawa, from 101 Modern Japanese Poems; "Fresh Pain-Filled Days,"
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I leaned against the beauty of the world / And I held the smell of the seasons in my hands
Anna de Noailles, as quoted in Les Années (The Years) by Annie Ernaux
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Why do you love her?
When you ask me
"Why do you love her"
I find my words tangled on my tongue
I cannot describe to you why I love her
Mere words could never do her justice
Her love is gentle
Her love is kind
Her love is selfless
Her love is unconditional
I look for her in every painting I observe
I look for her in every song that is sung
I look for her in every poem I read
I look for her in every dream that I've dreamt
When we meet
It is as if time has stopped completely
My world is taken up by her presence
I feel at home for the first time in many lonely years
When you ask me
"Why do you love her so?"
I find my mouth numb
For mere words could never describe what we have
She took me in my broken entirety
Observing my cracks and imperfections
She saw the rotting garden inside of me
And tended to it, as a mother would to her sick child
For every scar she saw
She kissed it to make it feel better
For every wound reopened
She embroidered new skin for me
She doesn't see a wilted garden
She doesn't see a worn down garment
She doesn't see a tainted piece of flesh
Nor does she see a waste of breath
She does not see these things
Like others most often do
She only sees my entirety
And she deems it beautiful
When I am broken into pieces
Backed into a corner and shaking
Naked and vulnerable like a feral dog
She doesn't scorn, nor shun
She takes me in
And soothes me
Like a mother would a crying infant
Gentle and reassuring, she tells me
"Everything will be okay."
When you ask me,
"Why do you love her?"
I find my mouth empty, my only answer being
"She loves me too."
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Something happened to me today.
I looked at the sequoias tearing up the sky
and thought
aren’t you my cousins how-many-times removed,
crawled from the same sea?
Something grand. Something very small.
I looked at the stars putting
the sky back together and thought,
aren’t I part of that, too?
Something interconnections. Nothing separations.
באַרוך האַם אַנכנו, גאַנאַנים האַ׳אָלאַם,
who fell in step with the rhythm
and made it a whole new dance.
If there is a god,
he’s probably jealous.
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tired like a wheel
that's been a round
inspired but the feel
isn't really found
cause the deal is i just
don't have a spark
lost my zeal in the dusk
and it's after dark
can't sleep but i can't
say i'm much awake
damn deep in the plan
makin' such mistakes
well each day's but a dumpster
so light the bin -
tell me hey mother fucker
go try again
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cyclin' round town!, poetry slam bam thank u mam (2024).
look left and look right
for thoughts that just might
collide into you
i fell and i grew
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Let me speak of angels once more.
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You‘ve always liked this time of year. This state of in between. Nothing‘s quite in bloom yet but there are hints of things growing. Flowers either blossom or die from frostbite - it changes every day. You love the chilly morning air that fogs up windshield glass and the afternoon warmth that makes you shrug off your coat on the way home. I think you always liked to know that it wasn’t the end, that things weren’t final. That you could still move back and forth without really making an impact. You could have hurt me any way you wanted and called me the next day, telling me how sorry you were and I would have believed you. I didn’t know it back then, but I know now. You never wanted to commit, never wanted to settle because you were so afraid of being vulnerable. You decided to hold on to your secrets like you should’ve held on to me and before I knew it, another bunch of flowers had died on your doorstep and you weren't even around to notice. You'd moved on without me and yet you'd expected me to stay around, waiting for you. I should've told you I'd never liked this state of in between as much as you.
in between / n.j.
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I am, as the poets say, a menace to society.
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