Love, Chaos and Poetry

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Have you ever seen a main character lying in bed all day doing nothing?

[ishaapoetry]

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath

[ishaapoetry]

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering- these are all noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poets Society

[ishaapoetry]

If God ever gave me the chance to confess I would simply say ‘You're my home but you're free to not let me in’.

[ishaapoetry]

"You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are going for ever."

[ishaapoetry]

“A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.”

–Nizar Qabbani

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[ishaapoetry]

As June runs into warm July, I think of little else but you.

–Wendy Cope, from June to December-Summer Villanelle

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I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.

–Sylvia Plath

[ishaapoetry]

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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I to whom there is not beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely. There I sat.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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All she wanted was for someone to look at her and see the person she hid so well.

Atticus, Lvoe

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Sorry for wasting time on my phone, that wasn't very Rory Gilmore, straight A+, speech champion, top of the class, academic weapon, relentless writer, future IVY student, 10 AP classes, graduating early, perfect score, Honors student of me.

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Madeline Miller, Circe

[ishaapoetry]

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to Benvenuta

[ishaapoetry]

I suppose I love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.

Andrea Gibson, Take Me With You