“Letters” I wrote you a love letter.But it burned before you could read it.There, in the warmth of the sunThat was in your eyesWhen you told me you loved me. I wrote you a love letter.But pieces were stolen in the windWhich kicked up to blow downThe bridge of words we triedTo use to reach each other. I wrote you a love letter.But it froze and wouldn’t thaw.It grew icicles as your shoulders – broad and strongRefused to t...
I first became aware of them when I was eighteen years old. The voices in my head began to clamor for control of me and it scared me. Metaphorically speaking, they carried pitchforks. They wanted to kill me or run me out of town. My voices had faces. Angry faces. Shouting faces. They had noses, eyes, and hair. Some had shaking fists directed at me. Others simply pressed forward invading my personal space, crowding me. Lit...
Let me see if I still can,Utter my words the old-fashioned wayWrite my stories at the old deskSpeak my languageEat my own foodDrink when I wantSleep when I wantEngage any ideology for the heck of itLove until my limbs acheCry until morningWake up in the middle of nightAnd scribble down my feelingsDance and do what ICannot imagine anymore, neat on the streets,Early in the morning,With a cup of water,Hunched with a pleasant...
Crush rose petals between your fingers, or a mint leaf, and it expresses the beauty of its distinctive essence when it’s bruised. I think people can be like that, creating great art and literature out of poverty, sickness, prisons, wars and abuse. The children of MD Anderson Cancer Center write poems. Edward Hopper, a lonely New Yorker, painted lighthouses, railroad tracks, cafés and theaters that reflected his own reclus...
Trudging the paths of life with no direction, I walked as I anxiously thought. A lot of doors in front of me, none were opened. There’s a voice inside me. There were voices behind me. All of them told me which door to open. I neglected what’s inside my heart. I opened one and entered, but monsters inside. These creatures ate my flesh until few of me were left. I opened another one and entered, but I saw desert and death....
