Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Feb 13, 2011

my obsession with all things Lewis Carroll continues.

This can be read left to right, and up and down.


Jan 24, 2011


Mom,

Thanks for grounding me, supporting me, praying for me, staying with me, believing in me, talking with me, laughing with me, seeing me for who I am. Thank you for trusting me, challenging me, disagreeing with me, missing me. Thank you for making me feel normal, understood, loved, appreciated, known. Thank you for listening, knowing who I am, and giving me the strength to trust myself. Thank you for being the person I need when my feelings are all mixed up and I cant get it straight. Thank you being so similar and so different, for our shared love of books and subtitled movies. Thanks for hugs, amazing hugs. Thanks for warming me up leftovers.

Nov 20, 2010

Just discovered Rainer Maria Rilke...

Rainer Maria Rilke


Apparently his mother called him Sophia and made him wear dresses until the age of 5.


For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
Rainer Maria Rilke

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
Rainer Maria Rilke

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.
Rainer Maria Rilke

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
Rainer Maria Rilke

What do you think?

Nov 12, 2010

Ignorance is Bliss

My eyes have been opened to the injustices of our land.
Opened to how lost our nation has become.
The absence of ceremony has made our days drift together with meaningless moments in time, lost the second they end.
The lack of purpose, the hollowness of entitlement.
We have given up thankfulness and connection for loneliness and greed.
How do I work within a system so defunct?
How do I work alongside people who are so lost?
How do I carry on with the knowledge I now posses?


Run over the wolves | Impress on me

Feb 5, 2010

The boy who walked with the trees.

wet behind the ears.


There once was a boy who walked with the trees. Who whispered his secrets to the quiet of the forest. Who rested in their branches. The trees in return supported his sorrows. They sheltered him from experiencing any more pain. They knew his story and they did not murmur it amongst themselves as they do with other mortals secrets. They knew his pain was sacred, was important. They saw his heart and shuttered at how deep the pain went. It went deeper than the deepest flesh wound. They recognized that this boy, was dug up by his roots. He was hacked to pieces, and left to dry out. His heart was as dry and hard as petrified wood, and just as beautiful. The trees wanting to help would pick up the boy and sway his sorrow in the crooks of their branches, they would let the wind make sweet lullabyes for the boy, by dancing between their leaves. But sometimes, mortals are left alone for too long to be saved. Sometimes, they dont want to be saved at all. Sometimes their sorrow owns them, defines them, becomes their blood type. Trees have powers; to lift, to protect, to heal, and perhaps someday, the healing they can provide will soak in, so that it becomes real, but until that day the boy who walks with the trees, will wait, and listen, and learn to be.