January 2012
23 posts
Born in Light
neverending
cascading
skies vibrating
impulse opening
breathtaking
awakening
-Kayla Shears
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowksi
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labryinth, thinking about how you’ll...”
– Looking for Alaska, John Green
“The past doesn’t matter. People cling to it because it allows them to ignore the...”
– James Frey
December 2011
14 posts
Reflections:
Not to allow anyone to the light
or to force someone to the light
is dictatorship!
So much time is spent on belief.
So little time is spent on love!
During a race
where everyone holds their own truth,
the finish line is a surprise.
The pride never leads,
never submits,
and never leaves.
Indifference
is a quarantined difference.
We cannot teach a flower
how to...
You were gone
so i crawled into
the cool of your bed
and wrapped myself
in your scent
breathing your
energy
that seduces
my soul
-Kayla Shears
Il meurt lentement
celui qui ne voyage pas,
celui qui ne lit pas,
celui qui n’écoute pas de musique,
celui qui ne sait pas trouver
grâce à ses yeux.
Il meurt lentement
celui qui détruit son amour-propre,
celui qui ne se laisse jamais aider.
Il meurt lentement
celui qui devient esclave de l’habitude
refaisant tous les jours les mêmes chemins;
celui qui ne change jamais de repère...
“somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if...
the dew of the night
collects in my eyes
tearing down the rose
of my cheeks
this chill
uncomfortable
shaking bones
closing eyes
imagining sunrise
soul against
the seen
strings of sorrow
dwindling memories
down to
the hollow pit of
my stomach
digesting the frozen
emotion in
the air
churning sickness
seeking simply
to feel
the fragile
flesh warm
once more
-KS
Swim With Me
Days pass without the sight of your smile.
I try to breathe
The air resonates off my breath
Searching for your lungs
Yearning to breathe into you
As the sun sets.
Your love is an ocean.
Strong, vast, endless.
Consume me like the sand and
Wash me away into the depths of your soul.
You breathe into me
As I inhale the crisp breeze, your breath
that glides off the waves of your lips...
November 2011
11 posts
“The past doesn’t matter. People cling to it because it allows them to ignore the...”
– James Frey
October 2011
11 posts
