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ilariadimalombra · 6 hours ago
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Portrait of Vita Sackville-West ~ pencil on paper ~ a tribute to the muse of Virginia Woolf
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halocline4 · a day ago
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Desperate, eager, vanishing from exhaustion,
trying to prove I’m still worth a thing
or two.
depending on the market value,
constantly battling with the denkbildern
of random classmates and neighbors’ children
who by now •run a firm
•have a kid
•and the constant repairs of their
•poorly located, purchased with mortgage
ugly-looking summer house
•happily married meaning you’re not
completely disgusted by sharing the bed with the unclaimed
piece of meat in the surroundings
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voluble-laconic · a day ago
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In the nightmares of a dream,
I felt the fear I thought I escaped...
Now, there is just coldness,
And a heart that stopped beating...
~Sara Ismail 🖤🌸
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darkenlyght · 2 days ago
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Mind’s Journey
Far away from here That’s where I long to be Because just near There’s no place for me
Far away, yes I think so My peace I could find There’s where I want to go And not just in my mind
But alas I must stay Can not just leave And so, each day My heart is full of grief
© DarkenLyght von Dunkellycht
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holiboimamore · 2 days ago
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8. ELIZABETA— My most precious flower, wilt thou ever understand? I am all in thy power— grant me thy sworn hand! Years of ours have not been forgot, nor hath thy kiss ever withered to me; nay, the root of this heart will not rot if its lymph, through these veins, flows in thee. [Milano, 20 03 2013]
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voluble-laconic · 3 days ago
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I was afraid of the times...
When I thought I won't find you again,
Until I realized...
You were my shadow,
but it was me who was the darkness.
~Sara Ismail 🖤🌸
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darkenlyght · 3 days ago
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Oh Light in My Heart
Light in my heart Oh please don’t part I beg you don’t die And leave me to cry
With you gone there is night It does not feel right To be left in the dark Without even a spark
Of light to see Oh please don’t leave me You must guide my way So I’ll see the day
© DarkenLyght von Dunkellycht
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darkenlyght · 4 days ago
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Down to Tears
Don’t think to much about what’s past So often they would say But alas some events will last In memory each day
Regardless of how much you try To push them off your mind Not one day seems to go by That they don’t try to find
And haunt you again more Reduce you to just tears All your heart is longing for Is to shake off those fears
© DarkenLyght von Dunkellycht
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poem-today · 4 days ago
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A poem by Arthur Symons
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April Midnight
Side by side through the streets at midnight, Roaming together, Through the tumultuous night of London, In the miraculous April weather. Roaming together under the gaslight, Day’s work over, How the Spring calls to us, here in the city, Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover! Cool the wind blows, fresh in our faces, Cleansing, entrancing, After the heat and the fumes and the footlights, Where you dance and I watch your dancing. Good it is to be here together, Good to be roaming, Even in London, even at midnight, Lover-like in a lover’s gloaming. You the dancer and I the dreamer, Children together, Wandering lost in the night of London, In the miraculous April weather.
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Arthur Symons
(1865-1945)
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ilariadimalombra · 5 days ago
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~ "Hyacinthus" (portrait of Lord Alfred "Bosie" Douglas) ~ pencil and watercolor on paper ~ "I am the love that dare not speak its name"
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fjmv8 · 5 days ago
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The Spring, by Thomas Carew.
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth, And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee. Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthful Spring. The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May. Now all things smile, only my love doth lour; Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold. The ox, which lately did for shelter fly Into the stall, doth now securely lie In open fields; and love no more is made By the fireside, but in the cooler shade Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep Under a sycamore, and all things keep Time with the season; only she doth carry June in her eyes, in her heart January.
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voluble-laconic · 7 days ago
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Nhi... tu mera nhi,
Na teri m ho ski kbhi...
Chahat teri chaand thi,
Hasrat taaro ki puri ho na ski kbhi...
Phir bhi kyu hissa sa h tera,
Mjhse kehta h hr dafaa...
Tu kyu ho ska na mera...
Ab jesi teri razaa,
Bss is bekhudi se bhi mt krdena dagaa,
Razaamandi dono ki h...
Na tjhme, na mjhme kami h,
Shayad waqt ka kafila hi sahi nhi h,
Lekin ab us razaamandi p aitbar kese kre?
Tujhme kami na sahi...
Shayad meri tarbiyat hi sahi nhi h,
Tera mera hojana khwab sa tha,
Lekin nhi... tu mera nhi...
Khwab tha wo jagaa swera nhi.
Aur m... m to hmesha se hi teri thi...
Thi na ? Ya wo bhi nhi...?
~Sara Ismail 🖤🌸
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poem-today · 7 days ago
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A poem by Peter Porter
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Thomas Hardy, 1913
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Peter Porter
(1929-2010)
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pens-worth · 8 days ago
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Winds do not blow as the ships always wish.
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bribesdepensees · 8 days ago
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SPRING / ENDA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
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green-romantic · 9 days ago
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The daffodils can go fuck themselves I'm tired of their crowds, their yellow rantings about the spastic sun that shines and shines And shines. How are they any different from me?
Jennifer Chang
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darkenlyght · 9 days ago
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Night’s End
Lost in darkness, crying So very sick of trying To reach the light Alone to fight
Day after day Too long the way Alone to go Why don’t they know
That you need a friend To reach night’s end Oh why can’t they care That isn’t fair
© DarkenLyght von Dunkellycht
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