If you will be void of alcohol, you will be void of me. I can only tolerate your company after I’ve had a few…. Dozen drinks.
How do I wander? Through crowded city street, with hazel wand in hand, or sailing roiling seas, seeking golden apples of the sun, finding defeat, wondering the gods whose hearts I must appease. The glimmering girl has vanished, forever in the past her heartaches muted grief in throes of fitful slumber. The blossom of youth […]
I mouth my lines in the wings I mouth my lines in the wings I mouth my lines in the wings Again, I mouth my lines in the wings But I do not have the courage to speak. I cannot voice these things outside of prose, outside of the rhymes and rhythms I know I’m […]
Everything has an expiration date. I’ve already lost more than I can bear, but I wonder which will kill me first. © Sarah Doughty via Which One? — Heartstring Eulogies
Write what? The letters are with the wind. I keep on forgetting what it means to be… A poet? Do you write despair? The rains washed away the streets, Nobody was trudging on them. A poet was washed away too, Alongwith hopes to end despair. Kaustav Ghosh
It is a shame that you cannot love yourself the way you so desperately love him.
I came across a quote the other day that I can’t escape.
“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
Before you ask, yes. Yes, I do believe in mermaids and their existence. You ask why, but I ask why not. Why not believe in a creature so mystical, powerful, and evasive?
By the way, the quote is from Anais Nin.