…
How easy life would be,
could be,
should be,
If I made in my life
what they make in a day?
Tag: <span>poetry</span>
… The smile on my faceso carefully placedto hide my feelingsto not show fearto be non-judgmentalI triedI failedBut only I know
…
It probably started
in a whisper, a murmur,
a low tone hardly caught by the papers,
a sticker, a poster,
…
To live in fear of my society,
not knowing who could harm me
of course, not intentionally,
but because of the recklessness
of politicians who make decisions
and let me pay the price.
…
My ears heard the music and my soul understood. Singing parts of this wonderful song in the Aboriginal language had me in tears. The translation happened in my heart, not in my brain.
…
Again
Shots fired
Tears flowing
Shock and Anger
Guns in the wrong hands
…
My barrel is full, will overflow soon, I don’t know what to do.
It’s a daily insult to my intelligence, a daily kick to my humanity.
A daily trampling of my emotions.
…
What an idea, to showcase art and craftwork in a neighborhood, for all to see, for all to admire. To share and to inspire.
… My spirit yearns toLeave this city for good To build a cozy cabinSomewhere in the Alps To watch the seasons changeWith my dogs at my feet So why does…
Next time when you’re feeling important,
And your ego is in full bloom,
When you take too much for granted,
and believe you’re the best qualified in the room.
When you feel that you’re absence,
Would leave an unfilled hole.
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.