i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
—
By: ee cummings
post inspired by: morningyerba
August 08, 2010, 7:51pm
A kiss is as simple as two lips touching
Yet as complicated as the millions, billions, and trillions of electrons vibrating against one another
Breathing life into the chemicals that create your DNA
The piece of print that creates our being
That encodes your personality, your likes, dislikes and the
unlimited amount of love that can be expressed from the simplicity of a kiss.
a kiss. it’s a symbolic gesture. You are saying so without saying anything at all
you’re telling her “i trust you” and if she reciprocates, so many doors open and shut at the same time.
It says i love, i care, i trust; love me, want me, trust me, hold me. Kiss. Me. A.Gain.
a kiss. it means so much and sometimes we just give it away
sometimes it’s wasted on someone random, whether night or day
they come in many forms and can be done in many a way
they can be on the cheek, the lips and the duration can make a world of difference.
One second could mean i want to spend the rest of my life with you and ten minutes of tongue can mean I won’t remember this when the sun rises.
a kiss. sometimes a mistake. A pity when we just give it away.
a kiss. It’s like it’s own language in a big way. on the cheek can mean hello friend, it can be innocent and harmless
or if it lingers it can mean hey. let’s get lost in bliss.
a kiss. it’s like a key into your heart, your world. your soul.
a kiss. it can make your tears sweet or sour. sad or happy. excited or glum. One can make your skin tingle with excitement. Yet watching it be given to someone else can make your dermis feel on fire. A kiss can take you to heaven on earth or hell in your own mind.
a kiss. we only have so many to give away before it starts to mean nothing at all.
It’s like the green dollars put away in your wallets, once you start spending it irresponsibly you forget it’s value.
Don’t let this happen to you. Don’t let your kiss mean nothing at all, don’t let your kiss let you or someone else fall, don’t let your kiss be forgotten in the ray of the sun
in the morning when you wake up not knowing where you are and are frantically getting.your.clothes.on.
a kiss. respect it. value it. love it.
by: Omeed Askari
January 29, 2010, 2:21am
You know when her eyes see yours and the world is instantaneously better?
You know when her hand feels yours and you feel you could live forever?
You know when her scent reaches your nose and it’s like you’re inside heaven’s gates?
you know when her lips kiss yours and you know you’ve found your soul mate?
And then, you know when you look into her eyes,
and they’re just a bit too shy?
When you feel her hand
and it’s nervous as a clam?
When you kiss her lips and
that’s all it is…just you,
kissing her lips…
You know when she can’t look you in the eye
to tell you there is someone else
When you feel your heart tear to shreds
as you try to tell yourself it will all be well,
even though it all seems like a dream from hell.
Like a dream from hell.
December 04, 2009, 5:13pm
Today is any day, in any month, in any year.
It is any time and many men get on many trains.
Many men with many titles, many suits, who’ve made many gains.
They enter many doors, see many seats, and sit many ways.
The trains depart at many stations,
All sharing, a common destination.
A place where happiness is stored in a wall,
in a vault with guards, cameras, and all.
Train one is about to leave station A.
The seats are filled and space is packed.
A doctor steps in filling the last possible space,
leaving a girl on the platform separated from her mother.
He feels terrible at first but comforts himself,
“There is nothing more I can do to help.”
Train two is about to leave station B.
The station is crowded and the doors haven’t opened.
A Entrepreneur and owner of this train,
Stands up to shout in a tone so vain.
“There’s too little room for all to get on,
highest bidders first till all space is gone!”
Train three is five minutes from departing station C.
The station has none inside but three.
Politicians in a hurry, ready to leave.
To the driver they go and offer a bribe,
“Leave now good sir, and a bonus your union shall receive!”
Train four is about to leave station D.
The doors are open but the train is full.
An economist arrives at the station,
Pushing through crowds like a bull.
An accomplice exits the train to let him on.
“Time is money,” he goes on,
“So I paid this man to reserve my seat,
in order to have time to relax and eat!”
They all depart within minutes of each other.
Heading to the station at the end of the line.
The passengers urge the drivers to speed,
“Ignore the red lights, no warnings we need!
A crash and a boom, all trains have collided,
Metal and bones severely divided.
Today is any day, in any month, in any year.
It is any time and any man has heard all the commotion.
He is at the destination, fear restricting any motion.
Every couple seconds or so he hears a soft rumble
Only time can tell when the tunnel will crumble.
He enters train A, only the doctor is conscience.
“We have to remove these people,” he says.
“Only those we can save,” says the doc,
“everyone else stays!”
The doctor helps him remove the select few,
Then leaves in a hurry and bids him adue.
He saves the rest, while on his own.
Then moves to Train B, his worry has grown.
To his surprise when he enters the door.
There is one man conscious, the Entrepreneur.
“We have to remove these people,” any man says.
“The ones with full wallets I will save,
any with less to reward me stays!”
The Entrepreneur saves the rich, leaves the poor.
Quickly he does this, then exits the door.
Any man bewildered, continues to work.
All the while thinking, that man was a jerk.
When finished he exits and finds train C.
He is surprised to find only three.
All three politicians were pointing a finger,
Not realizing, what a danger it was to linger.
Any man yelled for them to leave,
Unwilling to listen,
The argument continued, without reprieve.
Only when all were safe, he would be relieved.
Pain in his ankles and pain in his wrist,
He arrives at train four to find the economist.
“We have to remove these people” any man says.
“Those strong enough to get out survive.
and the weak stays!”
The economist walked out without regard,
Here is where Atlas shrugged and boy he shrugged hard.
Any man worked with no time to dwell,
As he left with the last, the tunnel fell.
Nobody saw him as he left the scene,
to go home to his family and his dreams.
A title was given, with no degree.
A hero he was called, so a hero he must be.
Any man thought to himself, if they only understood.
A hero is in the human heart, where titles do no good.
A standard now set for all those entitled,
To act as a hero no matter your title.
—
By: Alexander Kalish
October 05, 2009, 1:47pm
(via loveyourchaos)
October 03, 2009, 10:00am
lovebot:belowutopia: followandreblog: randomtin:thechosenwords:midnightlunacy:(via lovelike-this)
September 25, 2009, 2:01pm
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
A Simin Behbahani Poem. Poem starts around 1:28
Simin Behbahani is one of Iran’s national poets. She is often called the Lioness of Iran. She wrote the following poem as a tribute to the violence, the protests, and the courage we saw last month, and continue to see, in Iran.
September 23, 2009, 1:57pm
Looking up all you see is gloom,
months it’s been since a flower bloomed.
The sun won’t shine and my skin wears taut.
The lack of light looms over what i sought.
Even as the moon climbs to the top,
behind the clouds it’s erie light will rot.
The stars that you’d think would shine from the abyss…
not even these lights of God can get through the mist.
We look for hope in the flower garden,
to the rose we hoped would remove this burden,
but without the flame our hope wears thin;
its pettles brittle and a dreary dim
We said to ourselves, “it must be the soil,”
avoiding the real cause, avoiding the turmoil.
Perhaps it was too dark to see the truth.
Perhaps I was cursed by her in my youth.
When ever will the sunlight shine?
I seek the day happiness will be mine;
the day that rose in the garden blooms,
the morning I awake, squinting a what looms
—
By: Omeed Askari
September 22, 2009, 1:56pm
(via loveyourchaos)
September 05, 2009, 3:26am
With one Tear
I relieve my fear
for, this girl my dear,
puts my heart into “happy gear.”
Indeed, it’s queer
to your ear
but please monsieur
do not interfere
with the work of a pioneer
on the love frontier
By: OA
August 31, 2009, 10:03am
“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made.”
— Margaret Atwood (via loveyourchaos)
August 28, 2009, 3:43pm
The old year came.
The old year is gone.
A new year has come.
A new year has come.
As the clock moves toward midnight,
the children are everywhere in sight,
drinking and mingling,
feeling good, tingling.
The girls with the boys
and the boys with the girls
no one knows who’s with who
no one knows what to do.
As the clock strikes 1 ‘till,
everyone prepares for the thrill.
Who to love, who to kiss?
Everyone seems to be in a state of bliss.
The new year is here and everyone screams.
New hopes, new friends, and new dreams.
Loved ones from the past,
are far away cast;
for they shall not interfere
with my happiness, my life, i have no fear.
She wants me gone and gone i shall be
for it is a new year, and it is a new me.
—
By: Omeed Askari
Dedicated to everyone I was with January 1, 2007
August 27, 2009, 9:48pm
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
A Simin Behbahani Poem. Poem starts around 1:28
Simin Behbahani is one of Iran’s national poets. She is often called the Lioness of Iran. She wrote the following poem as a tribute to the violence, the protests, and the courage we saw last month, and continue to see, in Iran.
August 27, 2009, 7:51pm
“Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it.
Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it.
Hatred darkens life; love illumines it.”
— MLK Jr (via ericbeeeee) (via loveyourchaos)
August 26, 2009, 7:40pm
