Hace 6 años
tu ciudad no conocía,
y ahora cada calle y plaza que recorres,
son las que yo cruzaré algún día.
Cada parque, el Bioparc
o la Albufera
son sitios que ahora sólo están en
la mente de una viajera,
pero que pronto serán
los recuerdos de una pareja.
Las Fallas veré
junto a ti, mi Javier,
me asombraré con cada figura
tan bien montada,
sonreiré y te miraré
cuando vea alguna enamorada.
De tu mano iría
y tú serías mi familia
y tu ciudad,
...se volvería la mía.
I wish I could carry your heart
In my hand
Or the pocket
Of my shirt
Where it embraces
Through a curtain
Of translucent skin.
I wish I could keep your heart
In the drawer
Of my study table
Or between the pages
Of my favorite
I wish I could place your heart
Under the pillow
While I went to sleep
Or just thought about
Sometimes during day,
Or if I could just
On the desk
In my classroom
On the notebook
And pen down stories
About how it breaks
And how it bleeds.
I wish I could have your heart
If not your soul
I wish I could have your heart
If not you.
On angel's wings you were taken away
but in my heart you will always stay.
I will hear your whispers
in the tallest trees
feel your love in that gentle breeze.
And when I find, I miss you the most
inside our sweet memories
I will hold you close.
You are a pure soul watching over me
with all comfort and blessing you bring,
to embrace my heart and hold it close
forever on those angel's wings.
we were the rebel youth,
the reckless souls running into the wild
we chased adventure
and we found beauty in the most unusual places
we believed that we could make a difference
and we still do
- ashley jane
*Since this was written for the birthday poem challenge,
my line word count was the following:
Yet more blurs of to'ings & fro'ings,
comings & goings,
caught by insignia'ed pens stolen
from the wings of airports
that've become our lives
we travel beyond knowing,
always searching, always hoping,
writing and wandering and waiting,
but these quiet moments alone
are the ones we’ll remember most
in little pockets of enveloped peace
collected in the letters of par avion post
- ashley jane and aseawords
*breathwords and a_sea_of_words on twitter
I know I have been away, but I have been working so hard.
I still have a lot to learn, but trust me, we have advanced so much in the last months. I hope you are proud of me. We keep battling, we keep fighting, and we are finally seeing results.
It hasn't been easy, and you know that. So, thank you again for all the support during all this years and for not losing your faith in me. I appreciate it, my friend.
Keep praying for me. I will keep you in my thoughts.
We are growing together. Let's stay strong.
Success and Love
People dance when the music comes in,
And they cry when the words hit them.
Just a little tale of melody. Of words making love to music.
Amidst friendships and euphoria,
And love beside them with a cigarette dangling.
Between those stages
Of subconscious and consciousness
A safe haven.
But somewhere between the search
Of reality and truth
I looked around
That would heal.
The one that would leave scars
To bring back
And the euphoria
The back and forth
Back and forth
Time and Time again.
Never had I known
You're not of me
But I am
Of you, yours
The words clung on to the scarred skin to weave stories.
Set them free
Craving for a touch,
Of the moonlight.
And they were stars.
Part of a constellation.
And a constellation
Shining in the sky above.
It’s never been an option for me to travel. Leave this Country, take a flight and see some places of other countries. It was so unreal I not even took time just to check out online how it would work.
I m visually Impaired with a macular degeneration in both eyes and no possibilities so I have my challenges.
But I have a very good friend in London and he always said „ sure you can..“ and it sounds so easy. I just laughing and shake my head „no...“
„I show you..“ ..
We bought a ticket for flights
Book a hotel for two nights and that’s it...
So easy cause I /we just did it..
I also got an assistance for helping me in the airport.
The Day came closer and I still not belie...
And a poetess
Fell in love.
And their union
Like a night sky
A star and the moon
Playing hide and seek
Behind the covers
Dripping down their
With drops of rum
And their stories
Clinging to each other
Of their wrenched hearts.
And a poetess
Fell in love.
Like the evening sky
Where the day kisses
And the heavens blush
In the open
On their skins
And honey dripped
Off their skins.
Their sensuous touches
Through each other's bodies
Like a dead leaf
I peel off the skin,
A little burnt,
From the scorching
Between my lips.
I peel off the skin,
Slowly and steadily.
Dead as it is,
A part of me.
A part you kissed
A little burnt
Since you left
And most importantly
I peel it off
I embrace someone,
And they don't
What it was like,
If she's better
Or you were...
I am long socks and cozy sweaters
Knitted warmth in winter weather
My earthen mug and coffee brewed
Resemble my eyes brownish hue
I am the splintered pine and blazing hearth
Shedding light unto my darth
I am every screw and nail
The reaching flower and harvested kale
I am salty wind
I am shaping sea
I am the rock they smash rhythmically
To this place ive always known
But yet shown
Take me home
Moving to New City,
Chapter – 3
One more fresh morning with known route to office and routine of the day had arrived. I was travelling to office with known friend which was a “Train” and few smiles on people’s faces. A lot of good morning wishes from familiar faces and even new faces which was unusual for me as compared to the gestures in my home country. A chilled morning forced me to have a coffee and a fag which indeed I did along with my team folks. There I was into strange things in which one of them was non-smokers were feeling offended for asking lighter and another was an elegant angel smoking. A khaki green chino and a maroon T with white sneaker made her to lo...
എഴുതി തീരാത്ത കഥകളും
എഴുതാൻ മറന്ന കാവ്യവും
ഒരു ഏകാന്ത പഥികന്റെ യാത്രയും
ജ്വലികാത്ത ദീപം പോലെ
അറിയാതെ പോകുന്നു ഈ ഉലകം...
My plans for the future is to travel more.
I can't stand being in one place for too long.
I hate how there are many places in this world and I might never get to see them.
I will do my best for a couple of years and work hard.
I will collect money so that I can travel.
I want to capture scenes with a camera.
I want to meet people from different cultures and get to know them.
I dont want to leave this word without getting to know it.
Travelling isn't just about exploring new places and have fun ! Its not just about making new memories and experiencing new things !
Its even about having freedom above everything else.
Freedom of thoughts , freedom to explore and discover new things , freedom to get away from your comfort zone and try something new.
Travelling helps us freed from everything that is stopping us.
Stopping us from moving forward , holding us back to our past life , holding us from a adventurous and a beautiful present and future.
Freedom to face our life long fears with great strength and courage.
More than passion its freedom of soul from all the hold backs .
Travelling is more than just fun and passion.
She took the unclear trail thinking
the road led to her destination,
Somewhere in between nowhere,
She found herself stuck,
For her, this was an adventure that
She had never desired,
Every now and then the fellow wanderers
kept telling her,
'Maybe, you can't do this, but what's the harm in trying',
'Let's not think about the destination, let's take some small steps first,
Maybe by some time, you'll be closer to your aim',
'It is worth all the trouble', said someone who was back from the other side,
His words worked like magic as She truly believed in those words,
And there she left all the worries and the whine, yet she kept strolling till the end of the road, till her destination h...
He pasado un sábado sin verte,
aburrido para mi
hasta que un "Hola cariño"
aceleró mi latir
y por escrito me hizo sonreír.
Te he extrañado todo el día
y mañana será igual
hasta que me escribas
que a tu casa has llegado ya.
Yo saltaré como hoy
a contestar tu mensaje
y a preguntarte con mi voz
cómo estuvo tu viaje,
si me has extrañado,
y si al final de la noche...
con tu salvadoreña has soñado.