#dead poetry
Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you,
partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles
take on before people and statuary.
—Frank O'Hara, Having A Coke With You.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other’s way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
—Oscar Wilde, The Ballad Of Reading Gaol.
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol.
I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
if you meet the summer me, well that is not me. those shorts and t shirt are not me. meet me in november, you wont regret it
two types of people in this world: the ones who start wearing shorts in april and the ones who start wearing coats in september
“ he’s waiting in front of this old photo/he, he’s not crazy/he just believes it/he sees her everywhere/he waits for her standing/a rose in the hand/except she doesn’t expect anything ”
“ it didn’t feel right, loving again, smiling again, feeling again. it felt like betrayal.”
*local fella poet gets allured by the darkness and disappears from the known village*
“Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.”
-Charles Bukowski
Damned If You Don’t, Damned If You Do
“Because when you give a damn, the damn will eventually damn you.”
— written by @lustfulawakenings (me) ✨
Empty Handed
“To feel like you have everything in this world and also feel like you have nothing at all—nothing to offer.”
— written by @lustfulawakenings (me) ✨
Lover’s Love
“He had shown me how lovers love, not how adults did.”
— written by @lustfulawakenings (me) ✨
INSOMNIA
“My mind is a blank canvas; where there should be colorfully painted dreams is a heavy blackness. My eyes are as stationary as the silhouette of my bedside lamp, which is where they rest. When the sallow glow of the streetlamp behind it becomes shades of white, I know my night is over.
My mind flickers to the cupboard and the sleeping pills inside that my doctor prescribed. I don’t want them, I don’t want chemicals to “fix” me. I close my eyes and they almost sting like a wasp, opened for too long I suppose.”
— written by @lustfulawakenings (me) ✨
Love & Lust
“We were two hearts beating as one. Two vessels sharing one soul. Two bodies molding into a single silhouette. We were catastrophic. With madness we created euphoria.”
— written by @lustfulawakenings (me) ✨
Constantly being around people drains me. Sometimes you just need to spend time in solitude, so you can gather your scattered thoughts and regain your energy.
In bleak Winter evenings when my hands turn cold
And the wood that framed our picture becomes old;
Will you forgive me for losing a diamond, when I was looking for gold?
Or will you hate yourself for the times you spent, now that our love is sold?
The stars shine brighter when I look them in your eyes. They hold a universe Galileo couldn’t unearth. And when I saw my reflection in those orbs, the stars around my frail silhouette made me feel beautiful tonight.
