change

and so the world changed before my eyes.

and you changed.

you changed me.

My poems: deeper grey

sometimes I walk alone

soaked in blood and rain

allowing tears to form

tasting the fear of feeling

life's pulse in raptures

I woke up today

in a haze of love

and all my resistance caved in

into a deeper grey

Fonte: http://asa-photography.com/

My poems: obedience

obedience

when you hear me speak
about the footprints of the world
and everything people leave behind
think about that time
when we sat
on a room with a view
melting in the sun
trying to connect
trying to be obedient again

touching my hand

i see someone touching my hand

pushing me to see

but there's nothing but air there

the fingers pulling me can't make me real

they're covering my eyes now

showing me the future in waves

tearing me open with the pain

these hands

left truths in my body

open boxes for me to close

and i'm hanging

Poem of the day: Tell Me

Sara London

Tell Me

In my country
you say, "there is
no word for it."
In my country
you say, "our
way of life."
In my country
you might over-
hear the story
of the woman
with eleven children,
who never once
achieved orgasm.
Here, the diffident
are the squires
of conviction;
they know that
talking undid
a few people.
Here, a woman
saddened by love
might lose her
gloves, blame her
children, then find
them under her hat
on top of her head.
It is always
the mother
in my country.
Tell me
it is different
in yours.

Fear

It's all very overwhelming isn't it? Life, being alive, living.

I won't let it

I won't let this dream fly away...