Tuesday, November 22, 2011


The sun glistened through the window pane slowly creeping across my face 
A gentle wake up call

The rays of warmth bring with it a memory of the night past with you 
A smile looms on my lips

Stretching out across the bed gathering the blanket up high, burrowing deeper into soft pillows I sigh

Willing my eyes to stay closed, stay forever in this moment, the warmth that surrounds me I imagine your embrace wishing you here in my time and space.

Alarm goes off fantasy fading away to stay forever in your arms, your embrace 
A cloud passes by taking away my sun and with it the warmth 

I don’t want to wake from this feeling I struggle to stay here in this dream pull me in closer tell me you’ll stay

But it’s just a dream like the sun you fade away.


Thursday, October 6, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

The Bridge

Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.

Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
adn closes like a ring.

From one
bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.
I'll sleep beneath its arches.

Octavio Paz

Thursday, September 15, 2011


Walking on different color of rainbow
Get the different feelings
Get the different beats
Every time I step on it
Every color has another
Never enough, I still wish
Until the sky
And make the star falling
In the cold evening
Near on the darkness
I still watching
Uncertainty and impossible desire
Wishes for great happiness and eternity
It cannot all came true
Because it’s hard to understand
mystery, supremacy of the infinite
Glory of God
We cannot change destiny,
Just make it better

The color of the rainbow
Slow but surely disappearing with wind
I still watching

Still with my silence

Fee Cheen


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Sylvia Plath

"I want to write because I have
the urge to excel in one medium of
 translation and expression of life.
I can't be satisfied with
the colossal job of merely living.
Oh, no, I must order life
in sonnets and sestinas
and provide a verbal reflector
 for my 60-watt lighted head."

Friday, September 2, 2011


"Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth."


Monday, August 22, 2011


For darling you,
Your style, your smile, your scent,
A beautiful scent indeed,
I've experienced different things before,
But never have I experienced one such as you,
Your taste, your touch, your thoughts,
The way our lips were made to touch together,
Matching so perfectly like two birds of a feather,
We were made for each other,
My juice you drank,
And hypnotized me,
Weakness above all prevails,
I take comfort in your gentle ways,
The way you take my hand,
Love felt like none before,
Kisses of sweet bliss,
Smiles upon many,
Take me like no other for I am yours,
Yes, I give you this treasure,
For there is no measure for my love for you.

Monday, August 8, 2011


Un espejo cambiante es toda vida.
Un espejo que a ciegas lanza un lento
reflejo de reflejos, un momento
en que algo se repite y ya se olvida.

¿Por qué la sed no encuentra su perdida
transparencia en el agua o en el viento?
¿Quién osará copiar aquel sediento
fantasma que en el mar niega su huida?

¿Tendrá todo reflejo? ¿Qué silencio
podrá copiar siquiera tu silencio?
¿El mar del tiempo quién podrá copiarlo?

¿Y ese amor que nos llega sin llamarlo,
no será amor, quizás, de otros amores
o como el fuego, sueño de esplendores?

-Carlos Pintado (Tarkovsky)

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Dear me

Dear Me
I am writing to you so
You would know
You are not alone
When everybody is gone
Probably I am not many
But I am indeed
The one you rely on
When you are in need
You know people enough
Not all of them are kind
But most of them are tough
Still, life is not hard as they say
It is just a game you have to play
You don’t like it!
I know, but we can do
You are not a God, and will never be
But you are the best person you can ever be
Your Self

By Menna.M

Thursday, July 7, 2011


The lords of life, the lords of life,
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
Like and unlike,
Portly and grim,
Use and Surprise,
Surface and Dream,
Succession swift and spectral Wrong,
Temperament without a tongue,
And the inventor of the game
Omnipresent without name;
Some to see, some to be guessed,
They marched from east to west:
Little man, least of all,
Among the legs of his guardians tall,
Walked about with puzzled look.
Him by the hand dear Nature took,
Dearest Nature, strong and kind,
Whispered, 'Darling, never mind!
To-morrow they will wear another face,
The founder thou; these are thy race!'

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, June 24, 2011

Key - A.Dumas

"There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.....the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope."

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

06/22/2011 - Nabokov

"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible"
Vladimir Nabokov

Thursday, June 9, 2011


The book is empty
No poems, no story

Thoughts might be transferred
from the written to the blank

Fascinated words of others
Trying to write my own.
Mystery is my mind,

The past is hectic
heaps of data misplaced
soon to be sorted
levels of happiness, levels of wisdom

The journey, new adventure
Remembering and applying
Going back to solve the future
My present diary will tell

-Claudia Luna