[jvstinderosa]

“You Can Shine” Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers out there!

[coiour-my-world]

Picture Lake and Mount Shuksan reflected in the lake || andywoo2

[satakentia]

Contraste by Anne Sarthou

[satakentia]

Tranquility, South Georgia (by Oliver Prince)

[maureen2musings]

Pretty handsome fellow

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[matialonsorphoto]

why can’t you be happy at the Emerald bar

more on my instagram @matialonsor

[sweetd3lights]

© All rights reserved  by Ana Rivero

[adaestra]

“i guess this is what you were trying to tell me – this is what heaven is: fingers dipped in blood & starved lungs / “you quiver before god as he steals the light under your skin and call it holy call it sacred - tell me did you really think he’d forge you a halo out of your own grace ? he’d rather eat it”

— do not ask a homeless angel of his father | b.s.h

[adaestra]

“WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID? 7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesn’t feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself. 45% smoke; it’s all fog inside – my skull, my lungs – i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius. 20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been. 28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.”

— sooner or later we perish; b.s.h

[adaestra]

“WHAT IS THIS PLACE? / Darling, here the gods died. Here the horsemen tremble. Here we bathe in gasoline. / Come, join us in our garden of dead bodies, we’re having fire for lunch.”

— Earth, 2016. Enjoy your stay. / b.s.h

[adaestra]

“Gods are not kind to boys who hold fate in their fragile hands. / We are the ruined youth, we swallow mud like it’s wine and pray to purge our blood.”

— Age of broken heroics; b.s.h

[adaestra]

“i am blood and bones / beast in human clothing / unholy / wretched / thing / father taught me / not everyone has a soul / some are made of chaos / heart always hungry / claws always sharp / creatures like me bite and refuse to d i e.”

— 1998. | “sharp teeth and wild hearts v.”

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“So I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. / I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately.”

— Mary Oliver, from House of Light; ‘Crows’

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“…I sink softly into / the heartland.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “When the Glass of My Body Broke”

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“In November, / the dread month, / they suck the childhood out of the berries / and turn them sour and inedible.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Fallen Angels”

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“This is only the body burdened down with leaves, / The opaque flesh, heavy as November grass,”

— Robert Bly, from The Light Around the Body; “In Danger from the Outer World”

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“Snow, delicate snow, that falls with such lightness on the head, on the feelings, come and cover over the sadness that lies always in my reason.”

— Miguel de Unamuno, from “The Snowfall Is So Silent,” Roots and Wings: Poetry from Spain 1900-1975,  trans. Robert Bly (Harper & Row, 1976)