adultsorrow

[adultsorrow]

The wonder of being single is that I can fall in love again, a million different times a day

[adultsorrow]

This. Right. Now.

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.”

— Sylvia Plath

[adultsorrow]

“…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.‘”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[adultsorrow]

A kiss is a taste of finite breath

It's what I give

When I have nothing left

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[adultsorrow]

Finding comfort in her bones,

Sanctuary in her skin,

Promise on her lips

Surrendered to her sin

Putting Out Fires

Once, I had dreamed of being inside of you. We were made of salt and sin, A pleasured pillar of post-human flesh, We were new, evolved, intoxicated. Our skin was alive, the sweat and screams, Like refugees ran, between our hands, Bodies, lips and more. No prayers passed between our mouths, Nothing but tongue, teeth and flesh, We were wild, feral and unforgiving, But gave and received so freely, A charity of sex and sensation, Alive enough to kill the senses To snuff each other out. We were in each other then, and now, In our minds the forbidden fruit of memory, Haunting, wetting, growing and so ruefully wrong, But right in all the good places, At least until I woke again.

[adultsorrow]

Adult Sorrow

Now I groan, and I have wept.

Away from this dangerous world I've crept

Helpless, naked, getting old;

This once warm heart is running cold.

Struggling with these clumsy hands

Never made it big, nor won my fans

Sound but weary, I thought best

To sulk aloud - get it off my chest.

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[adultsorrow]

(The Weeping Man) האיש הבוכה

My face is a fountain

That my tears are condemned to fall

To rise - to fall - to rise again

Decor for my pain.

-AdultSorrow 2018

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#yo he estado aquí muchas veces antes y regresó byron poetry

[adultsorrow]

There is nothing romantic about being a tragedy.

- MyTooSolidFlesh

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[adultsorrow]

I've lived my life in many shades. Trying my everything to be the one colour you need to make your picture complete.

- MyTooSolidFlesh

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[adultsorrow]

It is a decision to be a tragedy. In a sense, I crave to be a beautiful disaster. A carefully constructed narrative of downfall. But perhaps, I could be so much more. I am not Sylvia Plath.

m.j., une-collection-de-rien  (via wnq-writers)

Still. Wow.

[adultsorrow]

Still.

I am in love with this woman.

[adultsorrow]

A Woman Is a Hunter In Wool

A gentleman is a patient wolf, prone to sin He plays chess with the ivoried bones of the world Trying to find a mate to check, playing pawns Never sacrificing his Queen. 

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[adultsorrow]

Previously Acquiescent

I have twenty-six letters, ten fingers and many lungfuls of breath, Yet none of the skill to pen the art of your body at my disposal. Inhibited by it’s intensity, yet intoxicating, inviting, It hides amidst the jumble of lubricious letters, Matchless and maddening.

It is rousing in every respect, of a sthenic sensuality, Drawing, dumb and doting to some theistic conclusion, That we could form from the intense incense, friction from our exchanges, Our mouths hollow as the 'O' in God as we curse, kiss, scream and sough, Raw and alive to the climactic cusp.

Whisky had never tasted so good, the sweet burning, the softness of your lips, Such sway held by your hips, matched only by the grace in your stride. You became an inferno to my senses and lit them all. I have nothing to show but memory, the smell of smoke, And an inference that some impossible fires were fed.

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Everything Was Beautiful.

That night we died our little deaths The sighs were lifted from our chests, When all was good, then you were best You made me savour every breath.

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[adultsorrow]

ANNE SEXTON! I am in love.

Anne Sexton at home reciting one of her most critically acclaimed poems titled “Her Kind” c. 1966