«Look,» she said, «I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things… Leer más the difference between a writer and a loser by Bogdan Dragos
Upon visiting China in 2008 Bone to bone with natives, I capture a sight once forbidden by the kingdom – the Emperor’s Throne. Guarded by Fu Lions, heated by deep cauldrons brewing the spoils of valiant conquests, this gilded dragon swallows me. He carries me breathless along the serpentine spine of the Great… Leer más The Emperor’s Dragon By Barbara Leonhard
How much do I want to tell you? In this world, only four walls surround me Bothersome denials, hopes vanishes in a moment Restless dreams and butterflies in my stomach disappear How to stop the wind of the mind? The wind of the mind is the stream of dreams In the sky of the mind,… Leer más Let the mind breathe freely…#poetry by Jane Aguiar
it was around 3 AM no sleep no work in the morning either so she got up turned on the TV tuned it off got her pack of smokes out of the handbag lit one and smoked it as she stared at the fish tank from up close. «This is how I used to watch… Leer más This world is… just evil by Bogdan Dragos
I gaze, the dusk glows with colour Sky fell in love was a rumour Attracts me your sense of humour I came from afar tattooed name Did this to prove love and gain fame Grief washed away in a light rain Tears came down at the thought of pain The door of soul open honey… Leer más Lost In You… #LaCalma #SyllabicPoem by Jane Aguiar
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Ukraine thou art the recipient of fire and bullets the recipient of blood spiltsparing humanity of retribution?.thour art the recipient of the slow-exploding landminesthee dying twiceto thy very bone marrow the smoulderingthe blistering phosphorus burns.thou art the recipient of ghostly spectresthe entire horizon flashingthou needing… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC ODE OF UKRAINE – 42/43 –
She could say it if she wanted to but the words would carry no weight behind them like a cat shaking the paw with you and not understanding the real meaning behind the gesture so was her every “I love you.” Enough to make an old boy cry but he preferred suicide Needless to say… Leer más cat shaking the paw by Bogdan Dragos
By Jane Aguiar This first winter makes me aware of the distance between you and me. I do not love life without you but the thirst of the soul is like a fish longing for water…. I did make up for you and danced with you. Some dreams came true and some were shattered in… Leer más It is out of control now….#Poetry
A lone ant crawled into his hair and went across his forehead to his eyelid He woke up Sand all about him and wood above But this was so far from hell Hell was a thing of the past now Now he had her by his side She was still sleeping in her rugged sleeping… Leer más a man doesn’t need much to cling to life by Bodgan Dragos
By Aedus Rythe Earth blot. Dissenter shot. No plot, Recovery Makes us An entity. Buy guns. Video games. A pizza, Little Debby cake. Churches tithe, Hungry die. Waving flag. “Kill all fags.” Watch TV And realize It all meant nothing To burning skies. This is Agitprop. This is Predicted thought. This is A wounded name.… Leer más Bot
“The angriest I ever got,” she said, “Was with an ex-boyfriend, of course. I just wanted him to die. But like, not casual wanting him to die. Really, really wishing with all my might that he’d drop dead. I felt I couldn’t go on living as long as I knew he was alive. I had… Leer más 134 by Bogdan Dragos
And you ask me why? I wish you were under my skin, At times I wish you could eat with the taste of my tongue I’m wrapped in the savor of your wine. So many desires, in love with how much your presence can turn me on, you can’t imagine the speed of my libido,… Leer más Flooded by Quinny Martinez
you ever just sit or lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you’ve ever eaten meat from an animal that was the offspring of another animal you’ve eaten? I’ve once read an article about the food industry’s secret glue that can paste together the meat belonging from many animals and… Leer más Cyst by Bogdan Dragos
«When you no longer see the shadow of what kept you strong it’s time to let go.» Those would be the last words he wrote at the back of the notebook he filled with thoughts and rants and poems ‘Thoughts That Come From The Heart’ was the title and the work will remain for long… Leer más poets and happy endings by Bogdan Dragos
There was indeed silence now Oh, and it’s been but days since the screams cracked the windows and the thrown bottles stripped the walls of their paint and the curses made the gods cringe and cover their ears The house of madness no longer lived up to its name For she was finally gone and… Leer más join in the silence by Bogdan Dragos
It became more and more obvious There was a storm inside her growing ever stronger and she sought to terminate it before it was too late It’s arguably more difficult to terminate such storms when you’re fifteen and still living with your parents so she decided not to share her struggle with them and reached… Leer más to terminate a storm by Bogdan Dragos
Blog Sara Link Good morning, readers. Today, I’m about to head into my second night of pre-testing for my 2nd Degree Black Belt in Kenpo Karate. Odds are at the time this post runs, I will be brain deep in trying to prepare, sore from the previous night’s test, and blinking vacantly over my first… Leer más August 5, by Sara Reichert
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Tibet you’re firm in the saddle your happiness ached missing even joy you shan’t simply fulfil the long chain of absent Mahayana? Hinayana not exactly gone the storm a past life you shall be more than mystical more than the cypress you shan’t possibly be… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | TIBET (6/10)
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 19. A glimpse of someone nakedGrabbing at their clothes void of any kind of sensualityImagine your faceAfter that The once convulsive afternoon at the end of a yearThe noise in a field of inhumanityThe swaying doorThe collapsed homeSix people injuredThe ear-shattering soundThe policemen unable to… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 19/37
Por: Hernández, Francisco Some call it wind, others say fire;Some hold it sacred, others haveNo regard for it. A whisperScreaming right and left of the sword, Dripping from the hand of God orDevil. Life—faith and myth—trail ofCombustion in a timeless graveFaithful to its own acquiescence Setting ablaze Heaven and earth.As for me, a simple-mindedPasserby, a… Leer más Whisper
Gobblers & Masticadores 