Do not stand at my grave and weep.

" Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die."

Mary Frye, who had never written any poetry, but the plight of a young German Jewish woman, Margaret Schwarzkopf, who was staying with her and her husband, inspired the poem. She wrote it down on a brown paper shopping bag. 

Margaret Schwarzkopf had been concerned about her mother, who was ill in Germany, but she had been warned not to return home because of increasing anti-Semitic unrest. When her mother died, the heartbroken young woman told Frye that she never had the chance to “stand by my mother’s grave and shed a tear”. Frye found herself composing a piece of verse on a brown paper shopping bag. Later she said that the words “just came to her” and expressed what she felt about life and death.

The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. The soldier's father read the poem on BBC radio in 1995 in remembrance of his son, having been left it in an envelope addressed 'To all my loved ones' in his personal effects. 

What beauty! Sometimes such people come out of relatively nowhere and remind us why we are called humans. Humane. Creative. Super intelligent.

And the context, the words used, the feelings conveyed in the poem, I don't even have to say anything. 

Gobsmacked.

XoXo,

Ni.

"Beautiful"

" Beautiful I am

That's what you always say

Your arms a shield of armor

When you're holding me this way

Yet a part of me dies every time

I hear those words you recite

Why can't you see

How broken I am inside

Beautiful you say, the blood only proves you wrong

There's just so much that time can not heal

The scars they say it all

Must I be so damned to feel

So many battles we've fought, so many battles we've lost

That's the price you pay for holding on so long

Our hearts ignoring the costs

But never quite defeating the odds

Rock bottom has brought me closer to the edge

In time your memories will fade and I know you will see

The biggest regret, the greatest mistake

You ever made was loving me

Someday I promise

You'll find someone new

Love this blood upon my hands

It's all for you

Beautiful I am

That's what you always say

Still a part of me dies, every time

You hold me this way "

I love this. In some way, I connect to this. The way she has described the brokenness of it all, WOW.

This is an extremely extremely beautiful poem written here by Crystal. You can go check out her poems and works of fiction at 'The Heart Of A Writer'.

As rain and sweat become one.

Tanned, umbrella holding bodies, as clouds make love to the sun,

Look up at the sky, as rain and sweat become one.

Jump into the lake,

Discarding your clothes along with the worries, let the tension be a thing of the past.

Enjoy the glorious rainbow, for as long as it lasts!

The rains sweep off the dirt, the heat and the slime.

The winds whistle through your windows, the weather outside, sublime.

The sun suddenly shines through, the clouds make way for the gold,

Filter negativity out of yourself, 

Inside each one of us, is a person beautiful, confident and bold.

Be ridiculously random, throw invisible skittles in the air!

Go for something you always wanted, but never did.. 

Join a dance class, maybe go cut your hair!

The weather influencing your mood,

The shining sun makes you smile.

Wet spells and cracks of thunder, make you yearn for yummy food.

Make pakoras and steaming hot chocolate, 

Slurp it up while it's warm,

Read a book, or get pink highlights, do not always fade into the norm.

A plethora of colors adorn the sky,

The splendidly amazing rainbow shines,

Tanned, umbrella holding bodies, as clouds make love to the sun,

Look up at the sky, as rain and sweat become one.

XoXo,

Ni.

She's My Love

She's My Love

(21/4/2010) 

Her mahogany glossy curly, They arouse me in every way.

Love the way she molds her body against mine, day after day.

Her eyes twinkle in mischief, and I wonder what is up,

She curls up beside me, with her caffeine cup.

Her collarbone entices me, intoxicating, like her.

I've never felt such adoration and attraction towards anyone, ever.

When we're drinking wine, and it starts to reach her head,

A pink flush spreads on her face.

It is so much fun to spend time with her then,

Even though she doesn't remember what she says.

Together for ever and after, We took vows,

Our fairytale has just started now.

We'll grow old together, the way we're meant to be,

With sticks in hand, still enjoying, walking near the sea.

XoXo,
Ni.