Langston Hughes, "50/50"
sharingpoetry: I’m all alone in this world, she said, Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man. Big Boy opened his mouth and said, Trouble with you is You ain’t got no head! If you had a head and used your mind You could have me with you All the time. She answered, Babe, what must I do? He said, Share your bed— ...
This is the problem: Many years ago I sat one day, in a sad enough mood, on the...– Franz Kafka in his diary, 1920, from Cosmopsis. (via mills)
Lily Brown, "We're in the Ocean, Or I'm Alone"
sharingpoetry: Repetition smudges in. The lake sets beneath a bird- turned sky. I balance water, rock, flat- topped dirt, the bone I’ve become. Back home, wind throws a tree on the van out front, air goes glassy and sharp. I point to a building, hit brick. Consistent animal, it’s elemental, how we feel. Do you know you’re a photo graph, mapped to a flash?
FYEAHMIKA!: Blog from MIKA →
fyeahmika: The rain is falling in Los Angles. Today I woke up again in my hotel room and for the first time it dawned on me. I have been away from home for almost 11 months. As the end of the year is coming I thought I would round up, where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to. It all started in november last…
Sharing Poetry: Walt Whitman, "Poets to Come" →
sharingpoetry: Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me. I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance…
I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is...– Osho (via nirvikalpa ) -LOVE- (via awindowtomyworld)
Sharing Poetry: Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise" →
sharingpoetry: You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the…
Tanpa Pengharapan →