beyond yesterdays nowwe've set the controls...threads have been sliced
a journey within...turned round on its head
no longer confined ...to shells by the sea
sails now unfurled...between the blackness of stars
-echo-brilliant light, the death of stars, long since dead,
dragging darkness behind them
merely illusions, no substance to kiss
I have no form …less than hollow
No stillness within me
No answers to give
No songs made of laughter
No treasures unclaimed
What faith now remains?
Look to other faces
My time never was
A whisper, a vapor
My own problemsYou know I care about her,
she's my friend,
I'm curious to learn about him,
but leave me now,
I have my own problems.
tsoris.how to live with an
at four, wear the dress she bought you
and promised to hem
and let her touch your hair when she's
sober and crying; tell yourself
that mommy is sick and mommy is sad
but it will get better, because that's
daddy said. watch her pack her things
into cardboard boxes
she will never have the guts to retrieve from your
father's garage. tell yourself
that mommy needs to go on a drive in that
big red van and then
she will fix the dress and then you two will
go on a drive together (because
that's what she said).
when you start school and see
all the girls come to class
with their hair in
pretty braids, try not to miss her– ask
your dad to braid your
hair and do not cry
when he struggles to pull it into a pony-tail
that is too tight. do not cry when
you cannot go to the
mommy-daughter girl scout
sleepovers, because mommy will be home soon;
she told you that on
the phone (but you couldn't understand
what she was really
Silent SpacesBeneath a double moon
misting over with clouds
waves wash a mourning
over jagged rock silhouettes.
Space sits idle--
stars lost, no lights to follow home,
wind-bent palm trees
instead of reading them.
Birds shape strong feathers
through silent breezes,
beaks empty--songs forgotten.
The planet lives and sleeps silently;
on a beach abandoned, littered with shells,
a lonely glass jar smears the ink
down an unread note
with sweating tears.
twenty-fivei burned through this summer
like a pack of cheap cigarettes.
all these snowflakes in my lungs
keep chaffing the burns.
It's Not a HobbyNot just a hobby
Not just for fun
It’s a passion
Its beat and you are one
Not just a hobby
Not for when you’re bored
Is so much more
Not just a hobby
It is part of you
Something that keeps you going
Like people have no clue
HumanAll of us are born human.
But not all of us die human.
Some of don’t die at all.
A human recognizes their brethren
Without having to ask any questions.
They can tell who you are and what you are
With confident accuracy.
A human will shed a tear
Whenever the clock strikes twelve.
It doesn’t matter if they see it or hear it,
They know when it happens and that it must.
A human will accept the fact
That time is continuous.
They know that the world won’t stop for them,
And that they cannot stop for the world.
A human bares two hearts
And perishes when one of two ceases.
No heart can beat forever,
And nothing can change that.
A human has three voices
That cannot be silenced.
A human has two eyes
That cannot be blinded.
A human has two ears
That cannot be deafened.
A human has one life,
That cannot be ignored.
A human is regarded as a human
A human is thinking, breathing
A human has rights and freedoms
And ceases to exist once they g
And Then She Was Born and Spoilt It AllThey say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But sometimes - I'd rather say, often - beauty becomes the synonym of perfection.
Either perfection or nothing.
Imperfect result is equal to zero result.
All criteria must be accomplished, or it all is a flop.
There are seven criteria.
There could be more, but I'll stop here.
Doesn't remind you of anything?
"Please tell me if she has brain pathologies".
"Why do you think so?"
"She got a B. And she knows it well that she must only get As".
"I've got an impression that you had a plan of her development before she was born..."
"Yes! And then she was born and spoilt it all!"
Every moment is precious.
By the time she's one, she is to be able to speak frequently, and two languages at least.
By the time she's two, she must be able to read and write.
By the time she's three, she is to begin studying at school.
Preferably not with snot-noses from first grade.
By the time she's f