Happiness is good for the body, but it is grief which develops the strengths of the mind.
(via contr4dictions)
Happiness is good for the body, but it is grief which develops the strengths of the mind.
(via contr4dictions)
sometimes i’m content
my heart and soul sparkle
in an effervescent fury
sometimes i want to sink
and drown and fade away
in the dull colors
of my cup of tea
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lies an invincible summer.
eyes to rip, tears to sip
insane, unhealthy, vampire
legs to pinch, lips to bite
chronic anger, hipbone biter
turn on the light
make it brighter, you disaster,
diminished little glow
It seems to me at times my blood flows out in waves
Like a fountain that gushes in rhythmical sobs.
I hear it clearly, escaping with long murmurs,
But I feel my body in vain to find the wound.
(Source: fear-the-beauty)
is there a lost soul in this city
wrecked and chipped like a ship,
wandering like an invisible ghost,
sinking in the dark depths by mistake,
trying to find a gleam but in vain
with a heart heavy like an anchor
and a mind stifled in an opaque fog
don’t be hopeless because
the only paradise is within yourself
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
Here we lay
In insecurity
And the abyss
Of our skinny love
That tugs and pulls
At our pain.
sad is the lady
finding warmth
in the drunkenness
of a reverie
in the heady haze
of her faded regrets,
lonely, lost in the clouds,
in her joyful daze
and suddenly
alarmed by the violent reality
in the cold room,
the dust on the shelves
and gloomy sky,
grey and cheerless…
coming back to mind
the coldness of a voice
irredeemable mistakes
a heart turning black
