My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.
Yes, it is true that beauty is only skin deep, and internal loveliness resonates to the outside; but deep down inside every woman secretly longs to possess the allure of a royal queen.
What do you do when the alienating silence deafens your 'bootless cries'?
I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
I die a little,In the echo of your silence.
We're shadows! of naught - living, dying! for what's not.
Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.
Poems are small moments of enlightenment
We had the experience but missed the meaning,an approach to the meaning restores the experience
When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me.
Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit
After a TimeAfter a time, all losses are the same.One more thing lost is one thing less to lose;And we go stripped at last the way we came.Though we shall probe, time and again, our shame,Who lack the...
nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:"The Universe In Blossom
Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning... no end.Just the beauty within the reflected infinity
Keep Moving...Move forwardLet go Give inDecideand just DoProgress every dayAnd make one step forward no matter what's in your wayKeep moving, till one day you wake up and you're there.
Contemporary poets got so obscure that poetry kind of fell out of favor,
On Paper*some call it poetrybut it is just painon paper_____________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin
