February 2012
has poetry lost its power?
thedustdancestoo:
the words i write
are inconsequential,
senescent syllables
losing their strength
and ability to stay
alive on a page
for more than two seconds,
they fade and fall off
getting lost forever,
unable to find a way
into your heart.
“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
– Augusten Burroughs (via imfantasyparade)
“Baby, don’t be unhappy. Baby, don’t be sad. Better things are coming, I swear...”
– Passion Pit (via daphneemarie)
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that...”
– Albert Camus (via burnthazel)
a (anima).
thedustdancestoo:
we’ve forgotten
the meaning of a day,
too mesmorized
and hypnotized
by the hands of a clock,
breathing
is just a drop
of life
inside an ocean
of existence.
“Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.”
– C.S Lewis (St. Augustine)
