I saw a rose in the clouds, I saw happiness on fire.– Pablo Medina
Asleep you are bigger than the night, but your dream fits within this...– Octavio Paz, Last Dawn
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via nirvikalpa)
A murmur of syllables, air and water, words with no weight: night unfolds and...– Octavio Paz, As One Listens to the Rain
Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their...– Marcel Proust
lungsattachedbywires: “Buckled knees and whispering trees. Give me poems and a fistful of the sea.”
Summer night— even the stars are whispering to each other.– Kobayashi Issa (via larmoyante)
I am a man: little do I last and the night is enormous. But I look up: the...– Octavio Paz
Poetry eyes set fire to parachuting words; the night and sea of the self dance...
Anonymous asked: Seasons changed/ Memories erased/ Photographs lost/ Innocence stolen/ There is nothing to promise/ Love with anymore/ She didn't know what to do/ So she raised her delicate hands/ Towards the dark sky/ And everything fell to her feet/ The stars, planets and galaxies/ She gathered them/ And took them away/ To sleep at night and prayed/ For the pain to go away/ Happiness to return/ Hoping...
mitford: I am imagining this world but I’m inviting you in So I can join you. In the old language, the language No one ever spoke, the language whose words In the scholarly papers are marked by stars, Asterisks that say this word exists by not existing. — D. Beachy-Quick
mitford: I am going to die of dark water and small hands the time bomb will go off and when it does you can wrap yourself in all of my poems. — J. Clark
Her secret was listening to flowers. Because all flowers speak and sing, even...– Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In...– John Fowles (via floralnymph)
If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no...– Henry Rollins (via floralnymph)