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theunquotables

No artist tolerates reality.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via konnichiwamybitches)

If your words were sincere, why do they have so limited a lifespan?

I hear you after hours, in the after-hours of longing, listening not for words, but authenticity.

I feel greatly invisible; a ghost town between two cities.

Where promises, like billboards, sell me good.

#poetry

fuckyeahmineralogy

Blue Halite; Intrepid Potash Mine, Carlsbad, New Mexico

Nothing was ever

so interesting as when

it sat on the verge.

#poetry #haiku

occult101

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.

E.E. Cummings (via occult101)

No one may understand me until I make sense of myself. And I'm so intimately confused. Disconnected. Though I have it in me to listen, all I hear is noise.

fuckyeahmineralogy

Schorl on Albite; Biyano, Ho Nala, Pakistan

getthroughthisnightmare-deactiv

Exactly…

occult101

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.

Buddha (via occult101)

smashingjournal

The Nightmare, by Henry Fuseli is thought to be one of the classic depictions of sleep paralysis perceived as a demonic visitation.

Slumberous eyes — dot, dot — on and off — dot, dash, dot, dot — confess — dash, dot, dash, dash — and place me — prisoner — under her arrest.

#poetry

Now is not enough;

present cannot hold what

past could not, that

future never would.

If now, then, if when were whole;

one-third were three first, and

three, one at once,

then maybe, as it may be, it

all be enough.

#poetry

Let's entertain this affair, you and I;

make love as lovesick strangers,

like one night is all we'll share.

Let us count the cost, each the other,

turn the page on this pager turner, of

disremembered lovers.

Let's deny selfish acquirements, and

accept in common our immoral ancestry;

our noon kingdoms, our humid heavens.

Let's not hold breath again to forget the

excitement of love, for if we do,

let us entertain this affair, me and you.

#poetry

Labored, labored heart,

bitter be the days beating--

those for and against.

Quick, in quickest sand

set us foot, unfriendly friend,

false step after next.

Though for effort, gold!

We breathe a bit easier--

our uttermost breath.

#poetry #haiku

The horrors of war

made not men of boys so much

as soldiers poets.

#poetry #haiku

That my kiss may be both touch and vision,

let me feel the look of you with these lips.

#poetry

Foredoomed, for distance,

jealous fingers kiss keyboards

in place of our sense;

rows of keys, a pitiless

substitute for that of flesh.

#poetry #haiku #tanka

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