I thought your question mark was expensive, like those which cannot fit in a conclusion but you still write them with your whole soul, because you think that the coherence is missing without them. And yes. They are more than necessary, when your inner world is burning like hell. I thought your question mark was expensive, And I said I would transform it, in order to not lose the meaning in the end. Dot. This is what you mean for me now. A dot. Even if I have never written it with my heart. This is what I tell everyone that you are. But every night I undress you, And I’m dressing you again, In the way I want. In the way, my mind imposes that it wants you. In the way, I fell in love with you. As a question mark.
It took me so many years to understand how important it is to love yourself rather than expecting it from others. As we can never-ever be the exact person which other’s expect us to be….
Remember you should be the only competition you compete with. Everyday adapt a new good habit and leave one bad habit.
You’re my Mercury you are very difficult to meet, but was worth it. Just like the Venus, who’s the brightest in the sky, you just light my darkest mind. And my Earth, who’s the center…
What does it mean when You are visited by a ghost Previously buried and forgotten But just as soon as it was gone It resurfaces Whistling in the wind a haunting tune
“Not Waving But Drowning” is an extremely sad and gloomy poem. A poem about a man who seems happy and full of life all the time. But inside he is dying. He gives signals about his state of mind, calling for help or maybe an ear who could hear. But either the world was deaf or ignorant or deaf during his life.
When I’m struck, they’d shower their love ; Which kept me flying like a dove. Whenever I felt weak ; Those were the souls I could seek. When I felt rejection, I was pushed into…
Where the master sits catapulting profanity and food bits at her, there is a trail of dust kissed toast, yolk bleeding splotched eggs and a thousand bits of crippled ceramic, patterning towards her. Abstract art…
This a poem about my adventures in a day spent on shopping for candies and chocolates, or as I used to call them “eats”. For me they were the only thing worth eating. So enjoy this sweet poem.
A short poem filled with simplicity that states two truths that you all must know before you grow old and die. A poem by William Butler Yeats that compares wine with love.
i’ve got an itch to scratch/you look like rain________/s w e e t \ the taste of r a I n on a \/ saturday – night W a s when it all \/ started…
The Moon Is Bleeding, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I put it into my volume titled Incompletion, cycle Transgression. I used the word ‘sunlight’ purportedly instead of ‘sunshine’. And, at the end of the sonnet the subject is you who, read through my poem.
The Moon Is Bleeding, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I put it into my volume titled Incompletion, cycle Transgression. I used the word ‘sunlight’ purportedly instead of ‘sunshine’. And, at the end of the sonnet the subject is you who, read through my poem.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
