apoemaday:

by Sara Teasdale

It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.

Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then–
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.

It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains;
It is the things we have that go.

apoemaday:

by Leonard Cohen

The birds, they sang
at the break of day,
Start again
I heard them say.
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah, the wars, they will
be fought again,
The holy dove–
She will be caught again,
bought and sold
and bought again;
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything–
That’s how the light gets in

We asked for signs,
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed,
the marriage spent,
the widowhood
of every government–
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud,
and they’re going to hear from me.

You can add up the parts,
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum.
Every heart, every heart
to love will come,
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything–
That’s how the light gets in

xslowly:

ange1lust:

pls bring me back

(via pradaindustries)

nothingwithoutwords:

“i’m fragile in your hands but i’m the weakest in my own. i don’t know anyone who can break me like i break me.”

— shelby leigh

monarchalchemist:

floating in space….
…watching you
drift away,
my eyes
drowning in
oceans of
memories.

the first time
we met,
the mornings
waking up
to your smile,
walks hand-
in-hand,
happy and carefree.

you don’t think
I’m hurt
because
I never cry.

I just
keep on
drowning.

there’s no
gravity up here to
pull out the tears.

Pandora came - pandora rose.

and just like that the box is closed,

pandora came - pandora rose.

but pandora is wise

pandora is old

pandora is neither black noir is it gold

pandora comes pandora flows

& only you can make this show

a show for you & i but never truly high

flying to the moon & flying through the sky

but suddenly it all comes crashing down

crashing like there’s no attachment

whispering & jittering from where we splattered

we might be going more down

we might be going more down

but it now seems down is a place where pandora came - pandora rose.

A battle with addiction.

lust for life

1blackwhiteblue1:

The Flaw Inside Of Me

Stay away from toxic people

I took this warning

and somehow it transformed.

My mind twisted it

and made it deformed.

I took this warning

and used it to find the fault in others.

People who were truly bright and colourful

I looked at with my dark colours.

I perceived myself as always right

- I could never be toxic -

and saw them as always wrong

- they were always toxic.

Imagine the surprise,

the derailing realization,

that I, the perfect me,

am the poison.

Now I shiver in my lethal skin,

too aware of my rotten breath,

and wish I could be something else.

Something that doesn’t spread death.