by Alex Gross
What do you say when you
Are with people? You say you
Want to be alone. What do you say
When you are alone? You say you
Want to be with people.
I’ll tell you why that is. It’s because
You are never alone. Your thoughts
Are always there. Sometimes you
May welcome them, but other times
They scare you.
You remember things that you don’t
Want to. The less you want them there,
The more they stay. They torture you.
They infect your mind like a disease.
The more you tell them to go away,
The more they defy you.
They come in all forms. They’re words,
Or they’re pictures, maybe moving pictures.
The only sure-fire way to stop this virus, is
To leak a new one. This one must be pleasant.
Just like Peter Pan, you must think happy thoughts.
Alex Gross
Copyright ©:
2011 by Alex Gross
A few random poems:
- Points And Lines poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Иида Дакоцу – Сквозь зимнюю мглу
- Юнна Мориц – Трудно светиться и петь не легко
- The Grasshopper
- A Poem about Sauerkraut
- Sonnet CXLIII by William Shakespeare
- The January Birds by Maurice Riordan
- Robert Burns: Love In The Guise Of Friendship:
- Small Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Morning Coffee
- The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur
- Виталий Кодрян – 31 августа
- Владимир Маяковский – Сказка для шахтера-друга про шахтерки, чуни и каменный уголь
- One Whisper of the Beloved by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Eclogue III by Virgil
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
