"I have watched your brittle arms ( Read more... )

"I wish I were the knees you rest your head on.
As you sigh broken in ballet black,
red hair hiding eyes in carefull contrast.
comfort be
my hand
quiet outstretched to thee."
-Lucien Gettings

Where could
God be?
But
in everything.

Oh Colin Svolin, on days like these, mornings of gold mountains behind frozen trees, Mr. Svolin kiss my big forhead and hold my tiny wrinkled hands, and make me ask for forgiveness in invisible snow. Make me bake my prayers at room temperature with my eyes closed. Oh Svolin, I cry out to thee my oathe, I swear good brother, good half assed friend, ( Read more... )

I had, a dream ( Read more... )

"There's not much you can do without your head, boy. Just lay it down now; lay it down."

"I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets ;
My overcoat too was becoming ideal ;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal ;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of !
My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them ( Read more... )

"How can this killing festival be made more entertaining?
Who will find the yowling of my blood amusing?
You ask how much blood does my emaciated body have?
Not enough to set a lamp alight, or to fill a wine-cup.
Not enough to fuel a fire, or to quench a thirst.
That's how much blood my wounded body has!"

by
Faiz Ahmad

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