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I love those days

When I smile so wide

It’s like my face will split in half

And so often

My teeth are permanently on display

Shining like white diamonds


When i receive hug and hug

and kiss cheek after cheek


When the air is filled with “i love you’s”

Both quietly sacredly whispered

And shouted in joyous exaltation


I love those days when I feel like i belong

When I feel like my life is a beautiful symphony of music

Where every piece falls right into place

And all is right with the world


But sadly,

Those days end.

How Long Do We Wait?

Will this take a week, for the love that we seek?

Will it take a year, to challenge our fears?

Should it take a decade, for our hearts to be made?

I don’t know what we have to trade,

We could spend forever in this very one day.

One minute away from each other , and we’re begging to stay.

It’s the moment of realization to hit you like a freight train,

It’s like why do we have to deal with all this strain.

I know it’ll a be story that comes with a little pain, and,

Sometimes it’ll come with, a little to gain.


But, in the end it won’t be nothing compared when we no longer have be patient,

Pass all the infatuation, we’ll go through our transformation. Darling, I’ll put forth all my dedication.

Then we can be together for a week, no longer just a sneak peak.

We’ll grow for a year, knowing we only want to be right here.

And we’ll laugh at this for a decade, understanding we fought throw the decay, for our connection we get to experience everyday.

sitting across from you
at my kitchen table
i am overcome
by my inability
to put into words
just how sorry i am
to lose you

you left me
with the weight
of the love
that you didn’t want
to carry
four hours ago
and i have watched
the numbers on the clock
repeat themselves
into oblivion
as i stare at my hands
too tired
to stay awake
but too afraid
of what may wait
in my dreams


Pablo Neruda
wrote a poem called
“Tonight I Can Write
(the saddest lines)”
and the same words
keep tumbling
through my head:
loving is so short
forgetting is so long
loving is so short
forgetting is so long


i can almost taste them
like you
or the smell
of your skin
on the soap i used
in the shower
me sitting
in the basin
of the tub
holding my hands
up to my nose
breathing in
what wasn’t there
and what never will be
again


every time
i close my eyes
i catch the image of you
walking towards me
enveloped in sunlight
and i am dumb
to the reality
of what will come later
when we are
alone


and even though
you left
i cannot clean
the picture of you
from my dreams
where you
are more beautiful to me
than you ever have been
and i am suspended
between not knowing
how to live without you
and knowing
that i have to

—  WHAT FOLLOWS GOODBYE // MH

Hat euch ein Satz schon einmal so gefesstelt

Dass ihr einen Tag lang über nichts anderes

Mehr nachdenken konntet?

Dass ihr eure gesamte Denkweise

Über eure momentane Gesamtsituation

Hinterfragt habt?

Diese Macht, die ein schlauer Satz ausstrahlt

Kann Gedanken verändern

Menschen in ihrem Handeln beeinflussen

Nur durch den Zusammenschluss

Mehrerer Worte.

Wir sind was wir glauben zu sein

Ich lass das mal so im Raum stehen

- M.M.

Las casualidades no existen.

Tuve un poco de suerte y el destino me favoreció a la hora de conocerte.

Este planeta es inmenso, y yo tuve la suerte de compartir la misma nacionalidad con usted.

Agradezco cada día que pase sintiéndome sin rumbo, desdichado, inerte.

Porque ahora todo está claro, la vida me hizo esperar un poco, me dió muchas lecciones, me hizo apreciar las pequeñas cosas, me hizo distinguir entre lo valioso y lo decrépito.

Pasaron las decepciones amorosas, pasaron los años, yo me transformé, dejé de ser inmaduro y me fijé en que la vida es muy corta como para perder el tiempo, que la muerte siempre está al acecho y que las agujas del reloj no hacen nada más que asesinarnos lentamente de una forma poética, que la vida pasa y no podemos escapar nunca de esa verdad absoluta que es la muerte.

Quizá fue cosa del destino, quizá la vida me capacitó para estar contigo. Porque todo fue muy perfecto, quizá nuestra historia ya estaba escrita y ahora solamente la estamos haciendo realidad.

Porque eso de compartir las mismas decepciones, incertidumbre y falta de confianza por está patria al final resultó ser algo bueno. Encontrarnos y conocernos lentamente vale la pena, me hace odiar un poco menos la vida en Guatemala. Porque las horas en el tráfico no son nada pensando en nuestros planes a futuro.

La inseguridad que gobierna aquí la olvido con cada caricia y con cada beso cálido que usted me brinda.

Porque el simple hecho de pensar en que yo no viviera en este país me causa náuseas. Náuseas porque eso significaría que yo no podría haber tenido la suerte de conocerla. Me hace sentir molesto por el simple hecho de que a pesar de que yo no tendría conciencia de que usted existe lo más probable es que estaría enojado con la vida porque no habría encontrado a mi otra mitad, a la mujer más interesante, a lo más cercano a Dios.

Y me hiere pensar en el hecho de que si yo no compartiera la misma nacionalidad, en que si hubiera tenido un poco menos de suerte, usted estaría besando los labios de otro, yo estaría acariciando el cabello de otra persona, desdichado, cargando con esa cruz imposible de ignorar que se llama tristeza la cual viene acompañada de vacíos, sabiendo que algo me hace falta, y estaría escribiendo, pintando, reflexionando, inventándote, buscándote, soñándote.

Porque el título de ideal lo lleva usted en la frente. Y uno nunca falla cuando siente que tiene una conexión con otra persona.

Yo tengo una conexión con usted, quiero que me repare, que me destruya, que me devore y que me cuide.

Quiero quererla toda la vida y que usted me quiera a mí, sin tener que decir adiós.

Deseo encontrar la receta y hacernos infinitos como la materia, anhelo vivir mucho, despertar y verla allí, desnuda encima de mi pecho, amándome.

Nagmahal at Umasa lamang sa'yo

Minamahal kita.

Sa aking buong sistema,

Nandito ka.

Kaya salamat sinta.

Sa iyong pagpunta,

Hindi na ako umaasa.

Sabi mo marami kang gagawin kaya

Kanina, hindi ko na hinihiling ang iyong presensya.

Ngayon, sa aking isipan na lamang

Ikaw ay matagal na nakasama

Matapos mo akong isorpresa

At tayo ay nagpakasaya.

(Ngayon naman ay basahin mo mula baba pataas at ang pamagat ay basahin mo mula kanan pakaliwa. Salamat)(Isinulat noong ika-14 ng Pebrero, 2019)

Bass

Ausdrucksstarke Wörter

Jemals darüber nachgedacht?

Jemals verbildlicht?

Bass

Diese Macht

Wiederholung

Bass,

Bass

Ausdruck einer übermäßig großen Instanz

Ein Gefühl

Überwältigend und vereinnahmend

Innergesellschaftlich etwas Passendes

Eine Gruppe

Stramm wie eine Eisenkette

Bass

Die einzelne Einheit

des Konstrukts

Als Produkt des

Gesellschaftlichen Umfelds

Und der Umgebung

Langsam voranschreitende Veränderung

Des Zustands

So langsam, dass zeitspezifisch

Von einer Ewigkeit gesprochen wird

Bruch der Kette

Bass

Verstreuung der Glieder auf der großen Fläche

Funktionslosigkeit

Irgendwann wieder ein Nutzen

Wiederfinden im Ungewitter

Regentanz

Großes Zelt

Bass.

- M.M.

Breakfast

I want you to pour your honeyed body onto me, I feel like melted butter when we touch

You kiss the nape of my neck, and I didn’t know I could like someone this much

Take a bite if you want to, we’ve got a whole day to spend

And the way your honey tastes, I’ll really hope that this never ends

And everything starts to blur – all times, all places,

fragments of dreams I can never quite grasp

(did they even happen at all?)

a half-dead mosquito twitching on the edge of the bath -

a tall man bending double over a white piano in a faded room -

footsteps in a hallway lined with paintings.

Floorboards creak, my head throbs,

You tell me about glassware and I count the freckles on the bridge of your nose.


“You look great,” I say, and the air tastes of strawberries.


When my bed is heavy in the darkness and my ribs dig into the mattress,

when my chest is full of stars and my lungs beg for reprieve,


I think if you drowned me,

I’d thank you.