Melancholic Thoughts

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[dailycinema]

Kill Your Darlings (2013) dir. John Krokidas

[writingdotcoffee]

“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”

— Stephen King

[luthienne]

“The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of harvest moons.”

— Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

[wnq-writers]

“Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.”

— Richard Siken, “Detail of the Woods

[sikenarthistory]

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, The Kiss (1892-1893) / Richard Siken, Scheherazade (2005)

[adrasteiax]

“I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.”

— Richard Siken, from Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper

[larmoyante]

“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”

— Richard Siken, Crush

[bookeworm94-deactivated20200223]

I’ve learned to sneak my books when I can find a moment. Beneath my desk, at the table at lunch, under the blankets at night.

[sunsetquotes]

“And all I loved, I loved alone.”

— Edgar Allan Poe; Alone

[melancholythinking]

What He Meant By That

When I showed you my first stanzas You asked “who wrote that?” At the time it sounded charming And dreamy

But I soon learned what you meant by that…

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First Drafts

Please do heed this advice, Never edit your first drafts Until you are done. They are but one of Many you will write in your life time, Like Mary Shelley You have created the body Now go give it a pulse

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Dear friend,

I write you love letters, Everyday, Past 1:00 in the morning, Everyday.

I revisit your pictures, Everyday, Cherishing time spent well, Everyday.

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Flirtatious Mistakes

I think I’ve bit off more than I can chew But I would like to say that blue Looks quite nice on you. Maybe it was just the hue Or the way it showed off you

Regardless of what I think It brought me to the brink To ask you about a drink Maybe some sodas by a bathroom sink

Why a bathroom sink? You ask

Well of course it is because we're both stuck in a line In which we are both asked to define How we love in such a time That unless we're both dancing with wine In both hands backed by something quite divine Dressed to the nines

We will never be recognized as queer Despite being here Always being here

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