listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go― E.E. Cummings
(Source: thouartgolden)
they seem wild but they are so tame
maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
❝ Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore. ❞
Richard Siken
(Source: vaincre)
Richard Brautigan
Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That’s all.
Passing to Where?
Sometimes I take out my passport,
look at the photograph of myself
(not very good, etc.)
just to see if I exist.
Frank O’Hara
And
always embrace things, people earth
sky stars, as I do, freely and with
the appropriate sense of space.
boo, forever.
Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.
Torn apart by the storms of love
and put back together by the calms
of love,
I lie here in a harbor
that does not know
where your body ends
and my body begins.
Fish swim between our ribs
and sea gulls cry like mirrors
to our blood.
richard brautigan.
lint.
I’m haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words.
I’ve been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.
Richard Brautigan, Love Poem
It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.
