rising up, you float outside yourself

The clouds are // following each other // Into Eternity

Posts tagged poetry

"بين منطوق لم يقصد
و مقصود لم ينطق
تضيع الكثير من المحبة"

Reblogged from ipurangi

Between what is said and not meant

And what is meant and not said

Most of love is lost.

Gibran Khalil Gibran

(via ranjhana)

(Source: hadeiadel)

"I long for you
the way an empty home
longs for company,
I fill myself with dust
and pray for ghosts to leave
their fingerprints behind."

Reblogged from maza-dohta

 Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

"I’ve been hurt so bad
and loved just as hard,
so what does that say
about the heart other
than it bleeds and beats."

Reblogged from maza-dohta

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

Reblogged from darksilenceinsuburbia


Literary Word Count Infographic: http://shortlist.com/entertainment/books/literary-word-count-infographic

"Most days
I wish I never
met you so
I would stop
finding pieces
of you in the tangles
you left behind,
in my hair,
these words,
in this bed."

Reblogged from maza-dohta

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)



Reblogged from deathofastylist



Walk Slowly

If you should go before me, dear, walk slowly
Down the ways of death, well-worn and wide,
For I would want to overtake you quickly
And seek the journey’s ending by your side.

I would be so forlorn not to descry you
Down some shining highroad when I came;
Walk slowly, dear, and often look behind you
And pause to hear if someone calls your name.

- Adelaide Love

(inspiration for i will follow you into the dark, perhaps?)

A telling analogy for life and death:
Compare the two of them to water and ice.
Water draws together to become ice,
And ice disperses again to become water.
Whatever has died is sure to be born again;
Whatever is born comes round again to dying.
As ice and water do one another no harm,
So life and death, the two of the, are fine.

- Hanshan, Tr. Peter Harris


Pressure of sun on the rockslide
Whirled me in a hop-and-step descent,
Pool of pebbles buzzed in a Juniper shadow,
Tiny tongue of a this-year rattlesnake flicked,
I leaped, laughing for little boulder-color coil—
Pounded by heat raced down slabs to the creek
Deep tumbling under arching walls and stuck
Whole head and shoulders in the water:
Stretched full on cobble—ears roaring
Eyes open aching from the cold and faced a trout.

- Gary Snyder


Out of the thousands
who are known,
or who want to be known
as poets,
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes,
hanging around the sacred precincts
trying to look like the real thing.
Needless to say
I am one of the fakes,
and this is my story.

- Leonard Cohen


I can’t answer,
reason i can’t answer
I haven’t been dead yet
Don’t remember dead
I’m on 14th St & 1st Avenue
Vat’s the qvestion?

Allen Ginserg, March 12, 1997

Happiness is like a crystal,
Fair and exquisite and clear,
Broken in a million pieces,
Shattered, scattered far and near.
Now and then along life’s pathway,
Lo! some shining fragments fall;
But there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.

You may find a bit of beauty,
Or an honest share of wealth,
While another just beside you
Gathers honor, love or health.
Vain to choose or grasp unduly,
Broken is the perfect ball;
And there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.

Yet the wise as on they journey,
Treasure every fragment clear,
Fit them as they may together,
Imaging the shattered sphere,
Learning ever to be thankful,
Though their share of it is small;
For it has so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.

- Priscilla Leonard