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People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.

- Oscar Wilde

the friendship of the moon

come to think about it

weird it is

if the moon is your best friend

she seems to suffer from a lack of self esteem

losing weight at a horrific speed

untill there is not much left of her

but then - all of a sudden

as if wanting to tease me some more

she appears at the horizon

in beautiful colours and bigger than i ever

saw her before

now i do say: i like to be teased but she

should remenber where i draw a line:

she must be absolutely trustworthy or else

this friendship won't work

*

@sharkygiovanna 2🗿🗿2021

There is light shining through my bedroom window again

It’s amazing what can happen when I pick up a pen

My shoulders hold no pain

There’s a weight that’s been lifted

I count my blessings

For this pen I’ve been gifted

-tamara-catherine

Aprodithe

You arose from turquoise

of Greek enchantment

Iridescent foam

Treasure of sea

Erica

Photo https://ift.tt/2SJsh3j

It's not that I don't like you. Love, I adore you. I adore you much that I don't want my thorns to cut your beautiful skin. It's not your job to be my gardener.

— 1:55 a.m.

Belki bir gün kalbimi yormayan birine denk gelirim diye yaşıyorum.

Here is a poem I wrote for Palestine. In this hour of hurt, exhaustion and frustration I could only turn my thoughts into words and pray that Palestine will be free. 🇵🇸

Early April

I think i stopped liking you

Months ago.

You left and came back as rhododendrons started blossoming

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

And i have to tell you

I wish the flowers bloomed in early April.

— s.e

I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born. I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own. I have a saturated meadow. In the deep horizon of my word, I have a moon, a bird's sustenance, and an immortal olive tree. I have lived on the land long before swords turned man into prey. I belong there. W hen heaven mourns for her mother, I return heaven to her mother. And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears. To break the rules, I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

I belong there by Mahmoud Darwish

Nobody cares

Nobody cares

So why do I share

Myself?

I’m obsessed with

Attention

But no body listens

And I’m just put

Back on the

Shelf