It’s interesting how a moment with someone in person, can also be found through text. Eyes close to each other, within one’s breathing space—touching as carefully as possible, as to not break the moment. Brevity, mindful, self-aware let the soul dance, and stop when the song is over.
Walking is not just a physical exercise
This is a poem about a person looking for a magic potion. A potion, that may bring the already dead men to life.
For diminishing verse, either you have to remove the first letter of each end word or the first few letters.
Fear of the death Than the fear of the dark, Jason is due to hang himself With a bold rope on an oak tree… The rope is ready to kill to destroy; As soon as he rolls it on his neck… “No! No! No! I can’t let to pain…” So… While nobody is at home, And he is so alone,
We have to remember we’re one. Loving, supporting and helping one another is really all that matters.
Experiences are meant to last
Old body dies, new bodies form.
Dawns And Doomsdays Come And Go…, by J. W. Cassandra. My poem was written yet in the beginning of 2019. The poem belongs to my volume 18, titled “Incompletion”, cycle “Soul of My Soul”. I share it here both in English and Hungarian. I use the word “doomsday” in plural intentionally here, despite the fact that it is singular. By these means I would like to render that we can survive more of such terms. Image by Kellepics, Pixabay. J. W. Cassandra: Hajnalok s ítéletnapok jönek-mennek: a verset 2019 elején írtam. A vers a 18., “Hiány” című kötetembe tartozik, a “Lelkemnek lelke” ciklusba. Mind angolul, mind magyarul megosztom. Az “ítéletnapok” szót azért használom többes számban, mert ezzel akarom kifejezni, hogy több ilyen korszakot is túlélhetünk. Kép: Kellepics, Pixabay.
Dawns And Doomsdays Come And Go…, by J. W. Cassandra. My poem was written yet in the beginning of 2019. The poem belongs to my volume 18, titled “Incompletion”, cycle “Soul of My Soul”. I share it here both in English and Hungarian. I use the word “doomsday” in plural intentionally here, despite the fact that it is singular. By these means I would like to render that we can survive more of such terms. Image by Kellepics, Pixabay.
TBH Part III I want you But then again, I don’t want you At the same time I want to wake up next to you Sometimes I just want to swoop in for the rescue …
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TBH (To Be Honest): To be honest I want to come out and say I miss you girl You was my world The way you make my toes curl You was worth every second of…
First blooms of spring, First bursts of colour After a long winter.
This is a new form of poem created by HIDDEN DEMOISELLE called “word-wording” or “word flow”. Here, the last word of every odd line will be the beginning of every even line in its gerund form.
Often stared up at the clock, Like a deity, praying for Time’s Kindness, wishing for our release.
