1. 23:59 23rd Mar 2014

    Notes: 11

    Tags: poetry

    Masks

    She had blue skin.
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by –
    And never knew.

    - Shel Silverstein

     
  2. I was a 14 year old romantic.

    I was a 14 year old romantic.

     
  3. Poetry.

    Poetry.

     
  4. 12:48 10th Apr 2012

    Notes: 14

    Tags: poetryquotes

    The sun was warm but the wind was chill
    You know how it is with an April day…
    — Robert Frost
     
  5. A Tribute to Shel Silverstein

    A Tribute to Shel Silverstein

    (Source: woostercollective.com)

     
  6. 16:27 3rd May 2011

    Notes: 15

    Tags: poetry

    maggy and milly and molly and may

    maggy and milly and molly and may 
    went down to the beach (to play one day) 
    
    and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
    so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and 
    
    milly befriended a stranded star 
    whose rays five languid fingers were; 
    
    and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and 
    
    may came home with a smooth round stone 
    as small as a world and as large as alone. 
    
    For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) 
    its always ourselves we find in the sea 
    
    E. E. Cummings
     
  7. 16:36 8th Feb 2011

    Notes: 37

    Tags: poetry

    For The Foxes

    by Charles Bukowski

    don’t feel sorry for me.
    I am a competent,
    satisfied human being.

    be sorry for the others
    who
    fidget
    complain

    who 
    constantly
    rearrange their
    lives 
    like 
    furniture.

    juggling mates
    and
    attitudes

    their
    confusion is
    constant

    and it will
    touch
    whoever they 
    deal with.

    beware of them:
    one of their
    key words is
    "love."

    and beware those who
    only take
    instructions from their
    God

    for they have 
    failed completely to live their own
    lives.

    don’t feel sorry for me
    because I am alone

    for even 
    at the most terrible
    moments
    humor
    is my 
    companion.

    I am a dog walking
    backwards

    I am a broken
    banjo

    I am a telephone wire
    strung up in
    Toledo, Ohio

    I am a man
    eating a meal
    this night
    in the month of
    September.

    put your sympathy
    aside.
    they say
    water held up
    Christ:
    to come
    through
    you better be
    nearly as
    lucky.

     
  8. 16:23 14th Dec 2010

    Notes: 9

    Tags: poetry

    After our damp skins slid apart
    I nearly starved, pulling
    on my mother’s drained tit.
    She used all her strength
    to shove me out of her body,
    the last link stretched, slashed,
    tied in a knot I wear on the beach,
    flaunting the twisted emblem
    of first rejection, the eye of flesh
    that saw love couldn’t last.

    ~ Lauren Shakely

     
  9. 19:19 11th Dec 2010

    Notes: 17

    Tags: poetry

    My candle burns at both ends;
    It will not last the night;
    But ah, my foes, and oh my friends -
    It gives a lovely light!
    — 

    Edna St. Vincent Millay

    First Fig”, A Few Figs From Thistles

     
  10. 15:40 7th Dec 2010

    Notes: 43

    Tags: poetry

    Touch me,
    it doesn’t matter where
    and it doesnt matter how
    I need to know I’m still alive
    so someone touch me now
    Shake my hand and say hello
    or pat me on the back
    kiss me on the cheek
    that I may feel this sense I lack
    slap my face and pull my hair
    make me bleed I just don’t care
    dig your nails into my skin
    so I can feed this need within
    I’ve been numb for such a time
    that even pain would be sublime
    so touch me, touch me now
    i don’t care where, I don’t care how

    ~ A Thomas Hawkins