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Your eyes, now gleaming dark obsidian, Now deep and somber velvet jungle flowers.
Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; “Asia,” (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
Man is no star, but a quick coal Of mortal fire: Who blows it not, nor doth control A faint desire
-George Herbert
“I will devour you, love you into flame,”
— H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks”
The desire to be loved is the last illusion Give it up and you will be free.
Margaret Atwood, A Sunday Drive (via autobibliographies)
I know your sadness bleeds
inward, like a nick in the wrist made more sick by your picking.
— Jill Khoury, from “My mother speaks to me from the grave, again,” published in Barren Magazine
Why lure us, radiant darkness?
Andal, excerpt of Koli Alaippatan Munnam : The Song for The Clothes (tr. by Priya Sarukkai Chabria)
emotionally im doing the laminated paper wobbling sound
Novica Tadić, epigraph to ‘Monkey Business’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic)
[Text ID: “remember everything, see through your wounds.”]
from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems
[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]
anyone else feeling extremely stuck in themselves in their human bodies in their human lives or is that just me
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1928
Here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m taking to you and you know it.
Richard Siken, from Spork Press’ Editor’s Pages: “The Long and the Short of It” (via soracities)
trying this new thing where I make my decisions based on “common sense” and not my prophetic visions & omens
ocean vuong, ‘threshold’
[ID: “I lost it all with my eyes wide open.” end ID]
if anyone knows what place this is ,please tell me
therapist: how are you? me: fine how are you