“People count on our shame to keep their secrets. They know that exposing them means exposing our own failings. That’s what makes them so powerful. They manipulate us into these situations then sit back and watch us squirm between protecting ourselves or blowing the whistle.”
Cliches are Often Too True. (part 1)
This poem, although sapphy or cliche to some, is poignant and true. Mckuen’s poetry is always very simplistic, real, and to the point. Everything he writes has some facet that every human being can identify with, whether literally or metaphorically. His writings vary in patterns from wretchedly heartbroken to adoringly worshipful, from pure to lustful, and from enthrallment with life to...
I decided to start writing a few brief thoughts every now and then which will chronicle my otherwise dull life. Most likely nobody gives a hoot one way or another what I have to say, but maybe some random cyber stalker will get a kick out of it. I will more than likely have numerous spelling errors and sentence fragments. Just expect it. Anyway, lately I have been branching out in...
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Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I’ve looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It’s cloud illusions I recall I really don’t know...
I love the sea. But it doesnt make me less afraid of it. I love you. But im not always sure of what you are And how you feel.
By Rod Mkuen
I stood watching as you crossed the street for the last time. Trying so hard to memorize you. Knowing it would be important. The way you walked, the way you looked back over your shoulder at me. These long years later it is worse For i remember what it was As well as what it might have been
You Darkness by Rainer Maria Rilke You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world,for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone,and then no one outside learns of you.
“It was then I realized I was still hanging on… like I was addicted. I want to be free and away from it all. I want my mind to be free of the infection.”
I am an ironic narcissist…because it’s ironic that I’m narcissistic. I mean look...– My sister (via thingsyouwanttosay)
A friend calms you down but a best friend skips next to you with a baseball bat...
What Do Poets Dream Of?
Am i going to regret this? I’m scared to trust myself. Answers in this foolishness? I’m doubtful they exist. Wishes, hang from my eyes, So heavy I cant see the sky. Palms extended to heaven, i cry. Silence gives the cold reply.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and...
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Poems that Apply to me....i think. (part 1)
If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now,...
A great artist is always before his time or behind it. George Edward Moore