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————————————————— @catarinehancock • #catarinehancock
Why be less of yourself just so others can feel more comfortable? The sun doesn’t stop shining just because people are uncomfortable with the heat. It just beautifully shines because it is in its nature to shine. People adjust to the sun, the sun doesn’t adjust to people. So go shine and be the best possible you, people will adjust accordingly. .
At Nature’s Command fruits swell on tree and vine Until at their best. We hold in our hands Flesh stretched under skin given to our touch Just enough for juice to well up. Imagine When we burst through the skin how the juice will drip Down our hands and pool in our palm like The primordial pond where life’s first seed found purchase Birthing in us the path to arrive at this moment When on a warm, transparent day we can look Through the blue that filled our enormous skies And urge ourselves on and on and on until fulfilled.
We will bask in our final sweetness as if drunk On the heavy wine we have filled our glass with.
Upon reading Rilke’s ‘Autumn Day’ as translated by Stephen Mitchell, published by Vintage International, NYC in 1982.
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314 minutes ago
My existence is a complicated culmination of emotion, and a lack there of. I will smile with you. I'll laugh and I'll cry, and if you give me a glimpse I'll hang on tell I die. On the other hand I have a streak of being too weak, but give me a week and I'll forget that I even have a heart.
To remind you this wasn't my idea from the start. You obviously took a shot in the dark, and didnt expect me to grab on like a shark. I felt the spark, but I gueas there's a complication in what I though was a perfect culmination. It's nothing new, I'm used to being something no one wants anytging to do. With. #myspace#aesthetic#emokid#blackandwhite#flash#poem#bored#goodnight
There was once a boy
Who loved art so much
That he became art
One who's smile
Radiates within our hearts
One who's laugh
Is like music to our ears
One who's voice
Can knock a room to it's knees
And mostly one who's aura
Is as bright and uplifting
As the words that leave his lips
He's had his share of troubles
And fell into a dark hole
With no hope of return
But now I tell you his strength
And how he made his way out
He never gave up
And that's why we love him
For we are glad he's here
Because without him
There would be no light #poetry#poem#poet
I am trying to make sense,
like my 9th grade science experiment
out of everything I am feeling.
It’s a humongous consequence
of my copious thoughts.
I haven’t paused my thinking
ever since you left,
ever since I fell again
because this time,
the path was neat and clear.
I haven’t comprehended my
unusual tripping and the inability
of rising. Maybe it’s a slow process
or maybe there’s something more to it
but, I truly haven’t stopped
paying attention to what things
could have been and what have actually been.
I replenished myself with
more thoughts and reasoning.
And this time,
my breaths were short,
shorter than my
shortest skirt I owned.
Like I had to run because
my city was on fire
collapsing into ashes,
like I had to catch that train
I was nearly about to miss,
like my love was to flow,
if there was no custody
because my love, it was flexible
in its own ways, it took shapes
of hearts of who it loved.
And I am still trying to make sense,
because my heart is that
little child that hasn’t been
nourished or moulded into
an energy ready for growth,
that hasn’t been taught right or wrong
so that is the way it functions
by constantly trying to make sense. .
There are things I left untold.
And now I don’t know whether you’d care to know.
But I woke up early to send you a wish
Every morning without fail or compromise.
To tell you in the most subtle of ways
That without you I wouldn’t be this way.
Jittery on my knees and fantasy in my eyes,
I’d feel the words of your reply
And let it soothe my shaking nerves,
Of precarious dreams and preposterous cries.
Perhaps I failed to tell you in person
That I wouldn’t ever mind you taking your time,
And further, that I’d hold you tighter,
Whenever you decided to let me in.
Shy with the mouthful of words
I never could tell you how it was
That when your eyes met mine, I turned subvert.
The meaning of phrases choked up my throat.
How simply in that innocent smile
You completed a baffled being in turmoil.
Not once could I tell you how writing was therapy,
But writing for you was sheer pleasure
A faulty design of time space
Otherwise I’d do everything to persist.
Giving up was never the way to go.
But of all the blows to my heart
The burden of the untold took up most part.
Wait. Don’t go yet.
There are things I left undone.
We never could jump puddles together.
I could never whisper songs into your ears
While seated beside you in private
Or across the room in public space
And wink at you from the other side
To watch you blush and look away.
We could never lie in bed at night
And take turns to read old plays and prose
While biting off a bar of chocolate or maybe sip off a cup of latte.
It would seem that of all my numbered gifts, keeping you wasn’t one of them.
And so I keep my thoughts as a bar, of a standard that is unattainably far. Fearful that the reality would, dampen the beauty of what was undone, while the spoken words would be inconsistent with the true glamour of what was left untold. // Writer - Shubhankar Chakravarty
528 minutes ago
And I hope you’ll leave a light on for me too 💡♥️
1028 minutes ago
Sinto chover dentro de mim
Mas por fora também chove: chorei;
A dor que me corrói não tem fim,
E de tanta tristeza desidratei. .
Perco as forças, esmoreço,
Escrava do amor e da solidão,
Fui tola e paguei um alto preço
Por ter te dado meu coração.
Sobre meu rosto, forte tempestade,
No meu peito, a fúria do trovão,
Os meus olhos lacrimejam verdade,
Oh vida injusta, doce ilusão!
Partes de mim levaram as águas,
Mas a dor não cessa, mata,
Foi-se o amor, ficaram as mágoas
E o nó na garganta o tempo desata. .
Talvez, a chuva pare de repente
E eu veja um arco-íris aparecer,
Permita que o sol brilhe lentamente
E eu sinta minh’alma renascer.
Escoa pelas minhas têmporas
A mácula de minhas entranhas,
Soluça por dentro:
Coração, por que choras?
Não é tarde, é tempo,
A chuva foi embora. .
Tássia de Souza