Pull down your mask
and let me see your smile.
I miss the smiles of the people.
I miss the dimples.
I miss the teeth.
I miss the joy.
So please,
pull down your mask
and smile back at me.
Let me see your joy
Let me see your face alive with passion.
An artist can only create from darkness when the smiles of the people are gone,
and I am tired of the constant darkness.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
