I have studied so hard to pass as one of you. I’ve spent a lifetime on it. I have tells. Blisters, tremors, bruises, all the signs that I was not meant for your world, was not meant to be contained in your clothes, your shoes. I have this terribly inconvenient [...]
“The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.” -Henry Miller
“A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.” – Jack Kerouac
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding [...]
Sonnet LXVI by Pablo Neruda I do not love you–except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire. I love you only because it’s you I love; I hate you [...]
I have studied so hard to pass as one of you. I’ve spent a lifetime on it. I have tells. Blisters, tremors, bruises, all the signs that I was not meant for your world, was not meant to be contained in your clothes, your shoes. I have this terribly inconvenient [...]“The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.” -Henry Miller“A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.” – Jack Kerouac“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding [...]Sonnet LXVI by Pablo Neruda I do not love you–except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire. I love you only because it’s you I love; I hate you [...]“I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of DespairWhen Grandma rocks my little heart settles in her song Tears are swallowed by her melodic voice When Grandma cooks delicious smells linger all day long My tummy feels sweet rejoice When Grandma gives Christmas opens its door over and over I am truly loved by Santa’s Queen When Grandma [...]To Be or not to Be, That is my question? Blind I walk through my shadow of doubt I can’t see myself, but I feel the warm son My true reflection is only seen by other beings Oh how do I Be, That is my question? My mind speaks inside [...]I’m feelin groovy I live in my mush room Watchin a science fiction movie I am outside the box and don’t want to go in They still throw rocks I like to talk about it all Listen to me dam it This is a soul mate call I am here [...]My Jamaica luv your mountains hold misty secrets of pain that birth streets of children flowin threw your vain’s My Jamaica luv your tears are consumed by mother oceans power as father sun feeds a hunger that kills every hour My Jamaica luv your voice is reggae music that beats [...]
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