You’re doing just fine. You’re doing fine. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Work until your eyes are tired and head is heavy, and keep working even after that. Keep it sharp on track, nothing but the task in front of you. Now get back to work. Work with your mind sharp and eyes focused and if any thoughts of worries or hate or sadness creep their ways around, shake them off like a runner in the night for you own your mind, and you need to tame it. Take the long way just to not pass the liquor store. Find comfort in the way you’re just one in the crowd. Smiling, laughing, or eyes straight forward, hurried to get to wherever they’re going. Notice how they’re all walking, in a hurry, or slowly. Put on your shoes and take a long walk on open streets around people. Get off your chair in the middle of the day. Keep your mind sharp, head on, eyes on the page and if small thoughts of worries fight their ways into your consciousness: threw them off like fires in the night and keep your eyes on the track. You still feel warmth. Now sit down and get to work. Hold the cup with two hands and notice that you feel the feeling of warmth.
#WALKING DEAD DARK CLOUDS LYRICS WINDOWS#
Make coffee, windows open, the sun shining through. If these dark poems have whet your appetite for the brooding side of life, you can also read these poems about death or some of these dark books.“Take a shower. Then dark clouds come rolling by Two faces have I One that laughs one that cries One says hello one says goodbye One does things I dont understand Makes me feel like half a man At night I get down on my knees and pray Our love will make that other man go away But hell never say goodbye Two faces have I Last night as I kissed you neath the. The one from which you’ll never escape? You, Still talking to God and thinking the snow Which childhood? The one that never ends? O you, Run the servants screaming, the soldiers shouting, The world seemed a play you viewed from the muffled The rooms farther apart, with more and moreĪnd you pretended to be dead with your sister The one in which you learned to be afraid TJ Jarrett, “Of Late, I Have Been Thinking about Despair” Emily Fragos, “The Sadness of Clothes” Li-Young Lee, “A Hymn to Childhood” Without the steadiness of our long unhappiness? And when our cityīurned, we stood in the ashes, and admired each other’sīodies. Sending up flares to announce our advance. Like we fought, slugging our way toward each other, I was almost, maybe, just about, going to do that. Of hopes never stitched tightly enough to any hour. Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind… Kahlil Gibran, “On Pain” Danez Smith, “The Bullet Was a Girl” Naomi Shihab Nye, “All the Names We Will Not Know”īefore dawn, trembling in air down to the old river,ĭelicate still in its softness, rustling raiment So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous napeįrom the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead Vanessa Angélica Villarreal, “Corpse Flower” Frank Bidart, “Queer” Thylias Moss, “Spilled Sugar”įor a wind he felt from hallway to kitchen, Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”īut I say unto you, they are inseparable. Khalil Gibran, “Joy and Sorrow Chapter VIII” I could live as you do Vijay Seshadri, “Enlightenment” Rumi, “A Great Wagon” Babeba Baderoon, “Old Photographs”īecause she loved it? Sarya Abra, “Test” Leobogang Mashile, “ Love is Elastic” We shall be happy, for the dead are free. Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We will come down at night to these resounding beaches We will come back to earth some fragrant night,Īnd take these lanes to find the sea, and bendingīreathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,