I'm at a crossroads in my life right now. I"m thinking of moving out of state... possibly to Oregon or Arizona or Chicago. I don't want to pay rent in an expensive beach town anymore, and I'm ready for a change. I want to explore a new city, a new lifestyle, a new job. My heart is aching for novelty, for exhilaration, for a renewed sense of being alive. I want to experience a fresh perspective, the wonders of being independent and young, the excitement of starting a new chapter in my life.
Let the evolution begin.
Let the evolution begin.
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XX Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, thats certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Anothers. She will be anothers. Like before my kisses.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, thats certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
there are only a few sublte differences, but i just love it. i'm actually planning a new tattoo around the line "love is so short, forgetting is so long."
i don't really feel comfortable posting my own poetry as silly as it sounds. i'm getting published soon with a local press, so maybe after that i'll be more willing to share.....
how about you, do you write?
Where are you from originally?
Good luck.