February 2010
119 posts
“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”
– Robert Frost (via quote-book)
January 2010
88 posts
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I wrote this a while ago..
Weekends scare me. The dark and all the questions they bring. The way you look at me. The way I am ever unable to see you.
I feel cold and empty. I feel worthless. I feel nothing. No one and everything
Everything and nothing. Nothing. I feel nothing.
I walk with you outside. Talking and I can see my speech in the air. Capturing my secrets with every breath.
All I have is this, but I need so...
Mandy Tsung is absolutely amazing →
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I've been so lost for inspiration lately
And you buy the clothes you want to fit into. You listen to the music you wish you had wrote. And you go to sleep at night praying for answers. You wake up in the morning struggling for words.
You had never believed
Your hips sway with the rythm of the wind. Or was it music? You run and I believe I see tears. But you were running too fast. And I called out to you, but I don’t think you...
I'm tired of everything
I just want to sleep for two years and wake up and be able to move away from here and really live my life
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big...”
– Holden Caulfield/The Catcher in the Rye. (via parrisanne) (via lottieeeee) (via longlivethequeen)
Sonnet XLIII
fuckyeahpoetry:
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows...
“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and...”
– Pablo Neruda (via aristobrat) (via undertheoak) (via longlivethequeen)
3 down, 1 to goooo! physics exam on thursday and I’m donzo
“I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke ~ Letters to a Young Poet (via sonsryan) (via quote-book)
