Life?

The face of life looked at me,
quietly pale..
to be what IT wants to be?
to fail?

I threw a stone...
it reached there..
where life becomes Me.

photograph by: MrCam.

Life

In the sailor's eye,
the boat slept on shore..
the moon kissed the sky,
and he cried no more...

through the eyes of the sailor, I saw, that life can be whatever we want it to be.. through our eyes, we creat life, we constitute life... life is what we see in life...

My Love 2

From his palm emerged,
mountains of agony...
In my eyes they swayed,
and I shed his tears...

Photograph from: www.findharmony.com

There's Light

I wake up, and I wake up...
it's still a dream?
As hard as I can, I scream..
yet I can't hear myself..

I try to open the door..
It's locked?
I stretch my fingures underneath it,
there's light...
it's warmly warm.

Potograph from: www.opendoor.com

Him

With thankful lips I kissed life,
it kissed me back, carefully harsh...

With a leap I reached where,
love becomes him...

Photographer: Christian Fournier.

My Love

A drop of rain
flirted with his eye...
he smiled,
so did I..

On the brook we danced,
hand in hand..
with jealousy the brook glanced,
so did the land.

photograph from: drinkerthinker.com

An Artist

Between my peaceful sheets I looked,
for a dying dream.
For I came to realize,
I can give away life...

Photographer: Paul Snieckus Jr.

Her Eyes

In her eyes I saw,
a frightened tear,
careful not to drown,
her heartless lashes...

Photographer: Jon Bruschi.

Truth

Like a rose unwelling to bloom,
I refused to leave bed.
For happiness turned to gloom,
yet.. I cease to be dead!

Figuring where the truth lies,
I've seen queer things.
For it exists on bunch of lies,
and indeed... it truely stings.

Photographer: Jon Bruschi.

Betrayal

My soul was shattered into a thousand pieces,
and spread over a dying leaf...

to my fun companion, my everlasting charm. Appearances fail, deceive, and fool us. I know you are hurt, and i know you are STRONG.

Ballerina

Little naked ballerina,
dancing out of tones,
broke her tiny music box,
with her delicate bones...

photograph by: Ally Attisano.

Pain

Only once I felt pain,
pain has been painless since then.
So quite and so plain,
as it comes over and over again.

Photographer: Jon Bruschi.

Weary beach won't take,
shattered love stories.
Its fading waves won't break,
their existing realities.
No more...

Photographer: Jon Broschi.

Memories, time, and life...

How empty and lost I am without,
my past and memories.
I'm not going to shut them out,
for they are... what I am.

How lovely is time,
we can travel in it whenever we want,
to moments extreme and prime,
to find what we once had lost.

In each life there's a bench,
where you can observe and see,
how alive life is how rich,
how wonderful it can be!