Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

4/29/13

3/28/13

Subject: life

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“A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings.”

- Simone de Beauvoir

3/25/13

We

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We're vulnerable, we're sensitive and we're complicated people too. So many people rolled into one. We contain so much, so much creativity, so much energy, so many contradictions, so much confusion, so much clarity. So many moments of faith and fear. So many characters that willing this. All looking for love, all looking for love, all looking for love.

Share this life with me, a lonely life. Undress that pretentious exterior, sit with me naked. Without your dreams I can't dream. Without your love I can't love.

2/22/13

Love

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Oh
I only wanted you to stay
Linger and mean the words you said
Foolishly I romanticized
Someone was saving my life
For the first time
I only wanted you to be
The one to get me through that night
Doesn't it ever stay?
I only wanted you to
Stay

2/15/13

beautiful God

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in all honesty, what's really happening to me. what's this city doing to me. have i grown, have i diminished as a person. collecting thoughts for the future, trying very hard to forget and forgive. meeting numbness, the unknown in dreams of real anguish.

12/15/12

PISCES feb 19- march 20

I've got just the right message to set the tone for you in the weeks ahead. It comes from writer H.P Lovecraft and captures the essence of your astrological omens. "Pleasure to me is wonder," said Lovecraft. "It's the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty." Now gather up all the mysterious marvels you have coming to you -- all the bracing encounters with uncanny grace.