Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Life Lesson:

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

Joyce Carol Oates, “Death Mother”
Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken
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This has absolutely happened to me before, except it was where the ceiling meets the wall.
It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer-than-close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.

Henry Rollins

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Hardest You Could Be

And you will find no fear here, in unkind words or the hardness of others.

And you will find no sadness here, in the meanness of the world, in the anger that comes from those who feel small.

And you will find no hurt here, in a million insults or a single, softly spoken lie.

Because only a hard heart shatters.

Only a hard heart breaks.

---I Wrote This For You, 12/16/09

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

"Sometimes life is insane,
But crazy I know I can do.
'Cause crazy is perfect
And fucked up is perfect!"

Next to Normal, "Hey #3/Perfect for You (reprise)"

Friday, November 27, 2009

When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.
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A rather lovely random poem I found thanks to StumbleUpon