The Jaded Poet

the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

leezajonee:

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07lycheelane:

“…to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.”

— Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe

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FINITE

lifeinpoetry:

““I was / anger” “I was other” “I was now nothing but” “lost””

— Alice Notley, from The Descent of Alette

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poeminthesky:

like the sun,

you’re the warmth on my skin,

the glow on my cheeks

and the pinnacle of my life and growth and joy.

But like the sun,

I cannot stare at you too long,

too close I come, and I will burn,

too little away from you, I will freeze.

and finally, if there is nothing of you at all,

I think I, along with my universe,

might die.

t.t.

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goodreadss:

“Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.”

— Buddha  
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3y0:

“Art is a wound turned into light.”

— Georges Braque
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apoemaday:

by Leonard Cohen

The reason I write
is to make something
as beautiful as you are

When I’m with you
I want to be the kind of hero
I wanted to be
when I was seven years old
a perfect man

who kills

onlinecounsellingcollege:

“Don’t listen to yourself. Listen to the advice you give others.”

— Michael Lottner