Doing a world puzzke makes you feel oddly powerful
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Harlem Renaissance heavyweight Langston Hughes’ (born February 1, 1902) work focused on the black experience in America. He was also an originator of Jazz Poetry, a syncopated form that influenced the Beat generation.
For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything.
Langston Hughes from his 1st autobiography “The Big Sea” (via justdoingwhatican)
Except maybe you could write about joy?
But would it be better if longed for it and didn’t get it or if you had with you, sake in your heart?
I loved my friend
He went away from me
There’s nothing more to say
The poem ends,
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.
Pain dripping down my legs.
Bumps growing from my chest.
Doubled up. Feel the heat.
Mum, I NEED something to eat!
Checking out the guys,
Just when did they turn out so nice?
Look at myself in mirror again-
I look good!
Call me hormonal. Call me weird.
I’m feeling sick and tired
Of the pain of my red
And the sore swellings on my chest.
Now I’m staring at the bathroom floor.
I don’t call it a sickness anymore.
It’s my invite to a worldwide party
Of girls celebrating Puberty.