needed this tonight to soothe my weatherbeaten...
to arrive at the vision of gaslamps as angels– submitted by enigmatictelemarketer (via thesaltwaternight)
I have just chosen to breathe heavily at the nape of your neck, to be taut instead of brittle in your marble arms, in your marble heart, to weep with willow trees in my chest, to burden the grass with my heaving in your ivory eyes, in your metal womb. * I have just chosen to be without you.
Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river,...– Francesca Lia Block
Louise Glück, "First Memory"
sharingpoetry: Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was— for what I was: from the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.– Rumi (via denotational)
A girl I know, she is partly mad. Yet behind that smile, she is partly sad. She...
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.– Jaime Gil de Bieda (via llenalena)