and i wonder why
To die is to have all the rights
All the rights to do crazy things
To do whatever you want
Those purple and green hills I long for
A memoir about a place that I once spent a great deal of time in contemplation.
A tad late for the prompt but ey well.
The World is doing fine without me. Am I being judgy or tiredness is blurring my rationality?
Still not sure why I chose this title, but somehow it fit with the poem in my mind.
People are more triggered by a pair of boobs than by the atrocities happening in the world
In countries wherein Islam is spoon-fed.... it's backward In countries wherein Islam is inherited ... it's backward
With one unspoken word, one situation could make or break the life of somebody else
I see faceless people and meaningless objects, I see “my” reflection
A "stream of consciousness" style poem, Inspired by T.S Eliot's poem 'the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock...hope you enjoy!
Everyone is pointing "guns" towards themselves or ... towards one another ..... It's to shoot or to be shot. Selfies, paparazzi, vlogging, CCTV ..... The camera' lens is our contemporary "gun"
What would it be like to fall through nothing? To look back on your life through a different lens?
Sitting on the sand looking out to the sea, I wait for true loss in my life.
But ...We don't necessarily get to experience it all, and ...
Not necessarily in that order
This feeling of having someone that senses and understands your pain is as fulfilling as painful.
To die is to have all the rights
All the rights to do crazy things
To do whatever you want
Those purple and green hills I long for
A memoir about a place that I once spent a great deal of time in contemplation.
A tad late for the prompt but ey well.
The World is doing fine without me. Am I being judgy or tiredness is blurring my rationality?
Still not sure why I chose this title, but somehow it fit with the poem in my mind.
People are more triggered by a pair of boobs than by the atrocities happening in the world
In countries wherein Islam is spoon-fed.... it's backward In countries wherein Islam is inherited ... it's backward
With one unspoken word, one situation could make or break the life of somebody else
I see faceless people and meaningless objects, I see “my” reflection
A "stream of consciousness" style poem, Inspired by T.S Eliot's poem 'the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock...hope you enjoy!
Everyone is pointing "guns" towards themselves or ... towards one another ..... It's to shoot or to be shot. Selfies, paparazzi, vlogging, CCTV ..... The camera' lens is our contemporary "gun"
What would it be like to fall through nothing? To look back on your life through a different lens?
Sitting on the sand looking out to the sea, I wait for true loss in my life.
But ...We don't necessarily get to experience it all, and ...
Not necessarily in that order
This feeling of having someone that senses and understands your pain is as fulfilling as painful.