Breathing through my eyes
Hearing through my skin
Feeling through my ears
You open my senses
And you ain’t even here
I’d probably be able to taste the air
If you were near

The language of poetry
is so much more romantic
Let's talk to each other this way
Let's forget the world
and pretend that all that matters
is that we forever stay.

L.C.

My love
If you don’t want
love and respect me
then let me go
I have no energy anymore
to argue
cry
fight
in the morning
evening
and at night.

L.C.

I guess what we had was to easy you
and with my love for you I dare to say
it doesn’t even matter to me, the hurt
Selfless.

L.C.

You got included in follow

sadness comes in droplets.
from the sky, from your eyes, they fall.
over and over, time and time again.
wetting the ground, streaking your face
until a puddle grows into a sea.

Death....a common event amongst mankind and yet, tears still shead like leaves in the autumn, as the last breaths of a loved one's are deprived from us . Their souls, grasped by the boney hands of death.

He is not our enemy nor a friend, but he is a symbol of both sadness and freedom. Only to appear when a soul has left it's newly empty shell. He takes them in as his own steering them into the direction of their next life.

Beauty of the  world, don't we  so belong?
   Say--oh, say it to my beating heart!
Or, if in too much nerve you can't,
   Just jump, jump onto me so fast!

Angel in spring,  don't you see  my heart
       torn at core,
  Unable with life's turmoil tocope---
A living testimony of the ways
  By which one finger alone can't wash
        a face!

                                           -by
                             Hakim H. Kassim.