[horsehasslehoff]

falestine you will be free

the war will end

the leaders will shake hands

The woman will wait for her martyred son

the girl will wait for her beloved husband

and those children will wait for their heroic father

I don't know who sold our homeland

But I know who paid the price.

[horsehasslehoff]

my heart feels too much

I grew up Mother. I am not at the size where you can carry me anymore. My worries have increased and risen. My dreams are far taller than me. I grew up to the point, that I cannot knock on your door at night; and cry.

[weltenwellen]

Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed

[horsehasslehoff]

it is through deprivation and dissipation that I have become enlightened…

:)

[horsehasslehoff]

the more I know, the less I understand

I became aware of the space between seconds.

i don’t know what they are called, but it is in those intervals I think of you.

and feel your absence.

.

but you’ll still find me searching for compatibility.

[horsehasslehoff]

because of my doubts and anxieties

I only believe in fire

That is the story of my neurosis

i only believe in fire.

…

[silver-frog]

Perdu en mer.

[karlvsn-deactivated20240312-dea]

[horsehasslehoff]

Rock n roll

I want to climb on the back of your iron steed.

your arms wrapped around mine

how fast do you want to go? ….

…

[misrosem-deactivated20220811]

[horsehasslehoff]

Too late

my poetry is ofcourse, too late

most poems are late

;too late

like a letter sent by a sailor

that arrives after he has drowned.

[horsehasslehoff]

dark, dark, dark

what the hell is tragedy?

I am.

I know you’re tired but come,

come this way.

[horsehasslehoff]

i want to know what to do with the dead things we carry

[novemsex]

brian

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[nerffandjeff]

Handsome handsome handsome

[horsehasslehoff]

I’m in love with this man

[jeffchats]

[horsehasslehoff]

italian men are—

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, from "Letters Home"

[text ID: I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.]