Poem Quotes

FEBRAURY Roses are like the flames that warm the cold Moon on a winter night.
Bing Hua

ANGRY, and half in love with you, and tremendously SORRY,
I turned away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

this isnt love

this is you using me to love yourself even more

And I can't forget your style or your Cynicism. Somehow it was like you were the First to Listen to everything we said. My smile's an open wound without you and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.


"She's like an aircraft carrier.

Lots of firepower,

but pretty difficult to maneuever

—I guess that's why they call ships she.

I've always loved christmas lights with their soft, simple glow and the way they made me feel when I was back in our car in a puffy oversized coat squished between sleeping kids and all our new toys with my face close to the window where I can feel the cold just on the other side looking out at the streets all the warm houses each with their own christmas story but here I am in our car christmas songs playing softly in the background our parents talking quietly about the party but the parties are all over now and soon the decorations will be gone but next year you will take down your dusty boxes open the lids se thise christmas lights and all those car ride memories will come flooding back as that sense of confort and safety washes over you you will have answered your own question -why do you hang Christmas lights in your room?
22 December 2018

I imagined     my mind knowing better          felt
my viscera quiver.      the birds get     startled
into flight     though     always round-trip.
it’s good to be     home alone          not that you would
if I had     anything to do about it          but
we make do.            life sucks
its thumb.      you’re right where
you’re meant to be.      who’s to say blankets
aren’t party dresses     or that eyes
can only wet     in one way.
gloveless     in this eventide chill.
luckily     we aren’t parting thickets
for interstices          for clarity.
I empathise with     the trees that bend
out of light’s way     at least till rough
limbs creep up     gently
against glass they     refuse to crack.
dirty bedroom window     remains so.      it treasures
the head that rested on it     oil and all     pondering
the ease with which     we dance     around naked intention.
show me     it’s possible to live     and for quite a while
without flowering     a new wound.
how lovely we are     in our natural state.
taste of raw     tongue on my     tongue          waves
fragile at our feet.      we stay dipped     long enough for
our digits     to grow old          shrivel without
fear.      something once felt     too cruel to endure.
I would not have chosen     to float
if given the option.            but now          i’ll swim.

يخاطبني السّفيه بكل قبح
فأكره أن أكون له مُجيبا
يزيد سفاهة فأزيد حلما
كعود زاده الإحراق طيبا
“People look JOLLY today he thought,   digging his LAIR in the blanket.   “Before I’ve rarely seen such liveliness and GLEE.   What happened to the GLOOM of cold,   GRIM winter days?”   And TUGGING at the SWAG of spiny holly leaves   he GASPED, surprised and STUNG   and wondered, rightly so,   “What is so special in this icy day of late December   to CRAM the house with thorny branches,   GILDED ribbons, balls and pines?   For me all days are equal,   I BASK, idle, chase rats,   it may sound empty or boring   but that’s the life of cats!    
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