“To the heart in you, don’t be afraid to feel. To the sun in you, don’t be afraid to shine. To the love in you, don’t be afraid to heal. To the ocean in you, don’t be afraid to rage. To the silence in you, don’t be afraid to break.”
Franz Dvorak – The Angel of the Birds, 1910.
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once you realize you are more than your circumstances or your past, the future seems so much brighter.
Source: evolution – Chris Mc Geown
it doesn’t matter how good you are living if you are drinking from a poison well.
Source: the good life – Chris Mc Geown
MATURE MATERIAL – Come and enjoy!
Good Girls don’t write about sex
They disguise their want in paralipsis
Hoping the one they wrote it for
Reads in between watery lines
Just as we think we know and we don’t know
How to play a violin to life
What specific string to rub dulce, with bow and how?
To produce the exact sound
For we rely on machines purchased
In stores that wrap them in paper and
Blush behind their make-up
To soften the blow of loneliness
They even offer them in pink with ears.
I decided long ago to
Forgo batteries and think of you instead
With my flesh and my bones
Nothing more but those images in my head
Of you lying back unclothed
Ready for feasting
I’m long past apologizing
For my need at midday to think
Women do it too
Maybe not in the office bathroom…
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It’d be easier without feelings At least then no worries Nothing to try and attempt to control Everything would be colder than cold Easy to travel this world all alone Than to have loved much like you are prone Everything changes There is no room for anyone who simply manages Easy to walk in theContinue reading
Source: Easy by MwsR – Mws R Writings
the air is cooler
tonight as summer winds
down and its lazy, hazy days
feed into the crispy chill
threading through evenings
briefly set ablaze then settling
into the long dark cool night.
autumn colored the trees
the first time i swallowed your name
put words to paper instead
i scribbled as the degrees ticked,
the air thinned and morning slowed
and i loved you too much, too easy
on a thousand nights just like this
you disappeared into the monotonies
but i think of you when the season change.
i whisper your name too much like a prayer
and watch it die with the flowers, the leaves
it should be a burial, still you appear
at the first sight of green or on the hottest day of the year, and i pretend to be surprised to see you again.
I must seek the rising sun
Casting eyes upward
Knowing, I will find the light;
Warm comfort in these dark times