he cries
loudly
in his cell.
” i want my mommy!”
in phantasmic drones of terror,
as only a four-year-old can.
a man
with half a face,
and half a beard,
peers through the bars,
between their holes,
and says
“this is what makes you
a man, son.”
but the boy doesn’t
understand it
for a long
time.
I understand this. You are a treasure. To love is to hurt, to embrace this is to grow up. Beautiful.
Yes, I definitely love you. It’s certain now.
That makes me happy.
I almost forgot… I love you too.
Eston and Shrinks, that was fucking brilliant!
He is.
made me shiver – molto ben scritta
grazie
Heartbreaking
indeed.
Holy shit…in a good way. ; )
the beauty of these words…: )
That’s us, mi musa, a beautiful beginning.
and a neverending.
a perpetually suspending.
a delightful befriending (is this war? ; )
War? No, an insightful impending…
a colossal heart-rending
a magical mind-bending
a raptured descending
a captured transcending
a cosmic upending
a constant ascending
a rampant soul-tending
and a celestial blending!
Sounds like a “Scared Straight” episode on A&E.
That’s a pretty creepy poem.
muchos gracias
This is a bit different from you, yet still with the power you always seem to find a way to express in your poems.
si, gracias
I like the word “Phantasmic”
moi aussi : )
After a google, this means “me too”.
I am an ignorant english person that was always awfull at other languages. I am sorry for this. I remember “trois grande kronemberg, siv u plais” that is all.
: ) google to the rescue
Indeed!
its cool, google is practically teaching me almost-incoherent spanish
Can you not torrent language audio and pdf’s?
I would imagine there are things on youtube too
My childhood in a poem.
lo siento.