Tagged as: #beautiful words
Lower your gaze, not just from the opposite sex but also
Lower your gaze from the faults of others
Lower your gaze from that which does not concern you
Lower your gaze from that which people want hidden
Lower your gaze from that which makes you angry
Lower your gaze from things that will make you jealous
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, butnothing is infinite,
not even loss.You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
There was a boy (of course
there was a boy. There is always a boy)
who made me smile today.Except
to call him a boy would be
excruciatingly inaccurate.
Not because he’s not a boy (because
he is. Because there is always a boy),
but because he’s so much more than that.He is billions upon billions
(upon billions upon billions)
of magical little atoms filled with
wit.He is trillions upon trillions
(upon trillions upon trillions)
of magical little cells filled with
intelligence.He is every red and every blue (and
every colour in between) of the rainbow
on your bedroom wall made from broken light and
broken shards of glass and broken hearts
and broken tears.He is the stranger who held that
door open for you last Tuesday
morning. He is the acquaintance you wish
you knew better.
He is that distant friend and close friend
and very, very best friend.He is the one who sat through films
he did not like just for
you. He is the one who took you
to Art Galleries and laughed as he watched your face turn
from confusion to absolute horror at the Pretentious Artists
who wanted to charge hundreds upon hundreds
(upon hundreds upon hundreds) of pounds for
a blank canvas.He is the one held your hand while
your mind ate away at itself.
He is the one who stuffed your desolate heart
with love it did not know it could receive
or accept or return.He is the one who fills your favourite memories.
He is the one who’s advice you always seek.
He is the one who has been there on the rough days and the
tough days and the mediocre at best days.
He is your all, your entirety, your everything.
He is the one who broke your heart.There was a boy (of course
there was a boy. There is always a boy)
who made me smile today.
He is the boy I can’t forget.
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
don’t be too clingy
don’t be such a ‘girl’
be a woman
but be hairless like a childdon’t wear skimpy outfits
don’t be such a ‘slut’
be modest
but take it off when i ask
don’t assert yourself
don’t be such a ‘bitch’
be nice to me
but don’t be a fucking doormat
don’t be ignorant
don’t be such a ‘bimbo’
be intelligent
but don’t argue your opinion with me
don’t wear make-up ever
don’t be so ‘insecure’
be yourself
but don’t complain if i don’t like it
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
This makes me want to fucking cry
this is my favorite poem ever
I don’t even care that this is in color. This is a damn visual representation of the best damn poem ever. I love this. So much.
Reblogging this again.
This hurts my heart, but i love it
the world is heavy
but your bones
(just a cubic inch)
can hold 19,000 lbsounce for ounce
they are stronger than steelatom for atom
you are more precious than diamondand stars have died
so that you may liveyou need to remember these things
when you say that you are weak
and worthless
