April 2012
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The Poet Dreamer: twcwelcomecenter: The Problem With Poets (Rerun)leaveyouapen: The... →
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The Problem With Poets (Rerun)
The problem with poets is that they’re damaged goods, they spell out
their disabilities with emotionally stirred ink, they wear labels that classify
them as defective humans, they write poetry with scars across…
stuck.
when inside your heart
i should have read the words the women
before me had written on your walls
instead of painting over them.i vaguely remember a yellow brick road
showing me the way out.i’d give anything for those directions now.
I need someone to have me all figured out. I need to figure me out.
The pens have been lifted & the pages have dried: She tries to shake away this nagging feeling of guilt that she had... →
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She tries to shake away this nagging feeling of guilt that she had tried so hard to shut off during the night. Tries to look at her reflection in the mirror, but in vain. Remorse pierces through her heavy heart and it weighs her down. Millions of thoughts race through her head simultaneously.
…
“I am tired of talk that comes to nothing It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.” —Chief Joseph, Nez Perce (Nimiputimt)
It does not require many words to speak the truth.” —Chief Joseph, Nez Perce (Nimiputimt)
Snub the ember of flickering hope, before it gets out of hand and you actually start believing.
“God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.”
—Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them — and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on — this desperate need — and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”
—Madeleine L’Engle (via amq)
Shores of Solace
Like a cup of tea, sipped in the summer’s heat
your words cool me, right down to my feet
Transcends me to a boundless place,
Where I reach shores of solace
The harmonious intricate dance commence
Arm in arm, connections intense
Eyes locked in upcoming suspense
Bated breath, anticipation immense
Hooked on you, your every curve
Lines and bends, every swerve
Rides me to a mirage land
Far far away from every man
Takes me away from this dull life
In place it fills with immaculate lies
Distant dreams and oh! How time flies
Within a day u have lived 9 lives
Vicious Cycle
As memories unravel
Realizations are made
My mind marvels
At all I have missed
It has been said
It is never too late
To seize what’s left
And it’s still too early
To determine my end
I say to myself
As the sun sets
And flowers wither
I reveal my feathers
Set to soar
But all are gone
Oblivion
I bawl at life
Shriek in despair
Bereft of hope
Sunk in stupor
I avert my eyes
And loose hold
Out of the blue
As it arrives
I turn my back
Give it a miss
It’s a vicious cycle
I live to regret
Lemons'R'kewl
He cut and sliced,
the lemons.
The lemons which was
once a symbol,
for his love.
He cut the lemons
for their juice,
to pour into his
freshly cut wounds.
THERE IS NO SHORE TO REACH.
“
It does not matter how long… as long as its worth the wait.
but is it worth the wait?
“If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
—Jodi Picoult (via alfsaga)
Whoever ignores best, has the upper hand and who falls in love first and the deepest, loses the game.
