Broke In Words
I never thought of myself as a flaneuse.
Yet I can feel the urge growing in me.
To walk and observe;
To feel and intricate myself in the vibe around me. 109 more words
4 hours, 47 minutes ago
She was terrified.
She wanted to love.
She was blissed out.
But she couldn’t ask for his love.
He was but an artist.
Evoking feelings that were hidden. 49 more words
6 hours, 7 minutes ago
Pain is our Teacher
Teaches the neccesity
Neither left, nor right
But the Middle
Is the path to follow.
My response to yesterdays poem ‘The Arrow’.
6 hours, 49 minutes ago
With time running ahead
it’s closing in the coming death.
With fear paralysing you
You stop walking towards the future.
With thinking to much about the future… 7 more words
7 hours, 7 minutes ago
a piece of stritt
You ever think about the last thing you’ll ever do,
with a handful of regrets in your palm –
Listening to the slowest music, alone in your room? 115 more words
14 hours, 40 minutes ago
I met a zoologist today
This time last May
He didn’t have a word to say
But with him I felt at bay
His laugh reminded me of hyenas that play 87 more words
23 hours, 40 minutes ago
I listen as the husky voice of the teacher fades into blur.
The party is on in my head; my mind is there.
I fight the urge to close my eyes and be absolutely left of here. 87 more words
1 day, 2 hours ago