November 2011
23 posts
Dream Lessons: It’s the last poem you wrote before... →
literarycollective:
It’s the last poem you wrote before your first cigarette. You were on the train, alone, your shoulders hunched and your head hung down even though the rain was only outside and you were in there, going where you were going, safe. Your hands didn’t shake, your eyes didn’t blink - this was…
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The warmth of your smile
colours your cheeks
and adds light
to your eyes,
and the sharp
pleasure it brings,
is as unexpected
as it is sweet.
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When the night
grows longer
and day all
but disappears
beneath clouds
of grey,
the body
seeks refuge
from the harsh
winds, burying
chilled veins
under duvets
of warm flesh.
And the soul
longs for blue
skies, where the
light shines clear,
and thoughts soar
like dreams, unfettered.
“Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You...”
– Linda Pastan, “A New Poet” (via soulsublime
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“The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.”
– Jacques Benigne Bossuel
“Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?”
– last words of Louis XIV (via fleeten)
“She gave me for my pains a world of kisses.”
– Othello (via papercrushed)
“Character is fate”
– Thomas Hardy
dreamlessons:
not a single one of us deserves the sinking feeling that comes as the sun rises, when the light through the blinds starts to cast the shadows of all your doubts and you remember what happened last night or two weekends ago or on your fifteenth birthday, that thing that happened that changed everything and burnt its language into the black of your eyes so even as you squint them shut...
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Song
She sat and sang alway
By the green margin of a stream,
Watching the fishes leap and play
Beneath the glad sunbeam.
I sat and wept alway
Beneath the moon’s most shadowy beam,
Watching the blossoms of the May
Weep leaves into the stream.
I wept for memory;
She sang for hope that is so fair:
My tears were swallowed by the sea;
Her songs died on the air.
“Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”
– J. K. Rowling (via tror)
“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely...”
– Nido Qubein
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Her position was, indeed, to a marked degree one that, in the common phrase, afforded much to be thankful for. That she was not demonstratively thankful was no fault of hers…when the one to whom such unbroken tranquility had been accorded in the adult stage was she whose youth had seemed to teach that happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.
