"Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well."
— Richard Siken (via ne0ntigress)
Sometimes you just gotta let go
and feel what your heart
wants you to feel.
You gotta have the courage to
let your walls down, and fall.
Breathe in the love,
Breathe in the hate,
Breathe in every pure emotion,
Not clouding it with your thoughts,
Not clouding it with your resistance.
And you might get hurt on the way,
But how much could you have learned about yourself,
If you died without any scars?
"Sometimes the poem has more friends than the poet."
— Jennifer Moxley, Fragments of a Broken Poetics (via ne0ntigress)
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
— Robert Frost
"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via introspectivepoet)
Darkness does not exist,
Its merely the absence of light.
Do you know how dark my life gets,
In your absence?
Ever wondered why
trees don’t grow
on mountain tops?
Even human beings,
never root themselves
to uneven ground.