January 2011
63 posts
You’ve pierced my heart like a willing arm. Your ticking makes my blood moves.
The symptoms of our getting older,
the problems that say we don’t mind,
most of us never get over
memories mingled with lies.
Coincidence gave a confession,
that no one’s allowed to forget,
I dont want to give the impression
that predestination is set.
And distance will increase the danger,
with certainties never enjoyed.
Regarded as equal yet stranger,
ignored, then...
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed. In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by...
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your...
I sink and then I swim all night.
Somedays aren’t yours at all.
They come and go as if they’re someone else’s days.
They come and leave you behind someone else’s face,
and it’s harsher than yours,
and colder than yours.
They come in all quiet, sweep up and then they leave, and you don’t hear a single floor board creak. They’re so much stronger than the friends you try to keep.
I can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all.
“If you approach the world’s complexities, both its glories and its horrors, with...”
– Daniel Dennett (via ashweegasm)
“…lend your ears to music, open your eyes to painting, and… Stop thinking! Just...”
– Kandinsky (1910)
Yesss.
My new painting class is the shit.
Silver lining, seams of gold
Dreaming dreams like a caterpillar curled up in it’s cocoon, dreaming dreams of turning into something new. It’s funny to think about life and how we think we’re living it, but really isn’t it living through us? Isn’t it possible for the life in you to seem to keep chugging along without you? Leaving you somewhere behind, it twiddling your thumbs asking,...
“But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is...”
– Edger Allan Poe - from “Berenice”
There’s a map of the world on the wall in your room, green pins where you want to go, white pins where you been, there isn’t even ten, you’re already feeling old. Pretty faces stare back, from a magazine stack that you read when you’re feeling bored. Look through a telescope lens, it doesn’t make sense, you think you’ve been there before.
Some far off feelings, some up close kind of ache. White...
“Love is a shining thing, like a golden fire or a silver mist. It comes very...”
– Arthur Gordon via lovelyasadream (via quote-book)
