Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Lydia May Shutting Down. You told me not to shut down When you left Because I'd push my friends away Sometimes I dont want friends anymore I want silence And closed doors A safe harbour Other people's feelings cloud my judgement I can think up wonders But not when in hiding Hiding from them I like shutting down Shutting down is quiet Shutting down is safe because they can't get in Shutting down is what I do When I can't think my way out of things Because of all the noise The noise The noise of other people Feeling It's so Loud.
Continue reading Ahmed gonna poo poo? Alexander K Opicho Jan I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man. I loved you because of your smooth thighs They put my heart on fire like amber in gasoline I will leave the bronze statue of Alexander Pushkin in Moscow For Lenin to look at, he will assign Mayakovski to guard it Day and night as he sings for it the cacotopian Poems of a slap in the face of public taste; I know the power of words, I know words' tocsin.
They're not the kind applauded by the boxes. From words like these coffins burst from the earth and on their own four oaken legs stride forth. It happens they reject you, unpublished, unprinted. But saddle-girths tightening words gallop ahead. See how the centuries ring and trains crawl to lick poetry's calloused hands. I know the power of words. Seeming trifles that fall like petals beneath the heel-taps of dance. But man with his soul, his lips, his bones.
Children before their fleshly birth Are lights alive in the blue sky. In our light bitter world of wrong They come; God gives us them awhile. His speech is in their stammering tongue, And his forgiveness in their smile. Their sweet light rests upon our eyes. If they are hungry Paradise Weeps, and, if cold, Heaven thrills with pain. The want that saps their sinless flower Speaks judgment on sin's ministers.
Man holds an angel in his power. From the sad and tearful slaughter All had laid their arms aside, For Pelides Priam's daughter Claimed then as his own fair bride.
