<p><span class=”short_text” id=”result_box”><span>妇女</span><span>撑起</span><span>半边天</span></span></p>
妇女撑起半边天
by Jon Stuart
Music is a gift
(Source: vimeo.com)
Chaos
chaos in my
mind
chaos in my
heart
the chaos of this poem
that can’t be taken
apart
far too shy to say
hello
it hurts too much to say
goodbye
so we float here in an in-between
just wishing we could
fly
maybe we could be
soulmates
maybe we’ll only be
friends
but it’s too early, i don’t know
exactly how this
ends
chaos in my
mind
chaos in my
heart
the chaos of my past mistakes
that’s tearing me
apart.
The trains run on time.
Love
I promise you a garden
filled to the brim with love
and my love ever frozen
in the heavens up above
I promise you a palace
surrounded by this song
played with this great righteousness
that will feature your livelong
I promise you my devotion
it shall embrace my care
and the love of all these free men
and your burdens I shall bear
I promise you my love
I swear it won’t hide
all those years spent alone,
I now listen you confide
I cannot write in verse anymore
I cannot write in verse anymore
its not as easy as it was before
I know not where my muse has gone
of whom I was and am so fond
here she leaves me in despair
of something lifeless, unrepaired
where my art form is unfinished
I find my spirits are diminished
In 1999, Toronto-based photographer Jeff Harris began taking a photo of himself each day as an alternative to all those diaries he started but couldn’t keep up. But what began as a self-portrait project has evolved considerably in its 13 years.
Wow. Incredible.
(Source: forestmilk)
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.” Robert Frost (via forestmilk)
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.” Robert Frost (via forestmilk)
(Source: forestmilk)
My Muse
i lost my muse
the words
don’t come as
easily as
they used to
where have you
gone
i miss you
please
come
home
let me be honest
with you
i think that
my happines
killed you i’m
so sorry that
i
killed you please
i’m
so
sorry
i am not going
to lie
to you i
respect you
too much i
think that i
am
never going to
be
an
artist
come home i miss
you i
need you i
love you
i miss your
smile my muse
is
gone but i
still
love
you
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