Promise me

Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, how much you have always love the swim.
- Tyler Knott Gregson

Take Charge

I am the master of my fate
I am the caption of my soul
poem by Ernest Henley
design by Eva Juliet

the area of pause

you have to have it or the walls will close
in.
you have to give everything up, throw it
away, everything away.
you have to look at what you look at
or think what you think
or do what you do
or
don’t do
without considering personal
advantage
without accepting guidance.

people are worn away with
striving,
they hide in common
habits.
their concerns are herd
concerns.

few have the ability to stare
at an old shoe for
ten minutes
or to think of odd things
like who invented the
doorknob?

they become unalive
because they are unable to
pause
undo themselves
unkink
unsee
unlearn
roll clear.

listen to their untrue
laughter, then
walk
away.

- Bukowski

"dusk" by lynn paden

it was a long shot
i knew this
from the very beginning

i felt
like it was too perfect
too real

too precious

to last
for very long

and yet
as i see
the sun going down
across the sky

i know

i don’t want
to be
in the darkness
again

i just can’t bear
to live
in the cold night
again

(enough)

more lynn paden poems at words that tear and strain

I shut my eyes and all the world drop dead;
I life my eyes and all is born again

- Sylvia Plath

Inhale

I want to inhale the stars and choke on the dust of all the lives they held.
source sailorsknot-sailorsmouth

Love Poem

Love Poem
It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.source affectuosus

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

- Robert Frost

weight of tide

draft on my notebook

weight of tide

mist between my toes
is sinking my soul
covertly, insatiably
the trick is not to look at it
and keep walking
they say
imagine it doesn't hurt
think of the blue sky on the other side
they say
so I take a painful step
after
another
while
924,687 souls 
just sunk into ordinariness 
as we speak

written and visualized by Sitruc Mak

you are...

you are the page, the ink, the poem.
source Secreted Sins



// so beautifully put together.  I wish I can hand-write like this.