It has always been like this. My heart, mind, soul and body keeping me company in my eternal loneliness. No one really notices, no one really cares, thats just how it was suposed to be.
Always curse to be like this, chained to my own darkness, going to the light just to help those who feel lonely.
Forcing a fake smile of comfort to make them realize of the light they should live on.
So I can be chained to the darkness once more, and return to be lonely from all...
It has always been like this. My heart, mind, soul and body keeping me company in my eternal loneliness. No one really notices, no one really cares, thats just how it was suposed to be.
Always curse to be like this, chained to my own darkness, going to the light just to help those who feel lonely.
Forcing a fake smile of comfort to make them realize of the light they should live on.
So I can be chained to the darkness once more, and return to be lonely from all...
Once upon an ancient time, immemorial A king and Queen had three daughters of grace The youngest is the prettiest that by time, beauty grew Psyche was her name, profoundly beautiful is her Face rare enchantmenting soft Hair of gold mellow yellow hue, and rare for we ancient Athenians, eyes of cerulean blue From a chubby little worm Grew and blossomed this girl To Whose beauty, all men affirm Brought to the surface as a Pearl Cocooned pupa entombed Teenage Metamorphic beauty For Overnight she bloomed Became man’s amorous duty Maiden of a virgin white lily of purity For man’s Red rampant rose of desire Comes the men of all proximity Courtship seduction of fire Comes the men of a stateless vagrancy She rejects the Men from foreign parts Comes the men of infidelity She rejects the Men of weak hearts Comes the men of twisted minds She rejects the men of creepy stealth Comes the men whose nobility binds She rejects the men of wealth Comes the men who boast their rivalled strength She
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your horoscope for the week of august 25th. by callistory, literature
Literature
your horoscope for the week of august 25th.
i. aries
the stars say they are refunding your wishes in full
because they are stars, they were only ever stars
and nothing is real - not you, not them, not anything.
ii. taurus
the stars say that you should take better care of your immortal soul.
drink water, get some sleep, go outside for a bit of fresh air.
keep doing your best. they're here for you if you need to talk.
iii. gemini
the stars say that you should have died last week.
you were supposed to be killed in a terrible car accident,
but you escaped through some unforeseen twist of fate.
there is an imbalance in the world.
the stars want you dead.
you are not safe here.
iv. c
Mozart was crazy. Flat fucking crazy. Batshit, I hear. But his music’s not crazy; it’s balanced, it’s nimble, it’s crystalline clear. There’s harmony, logic. You listen to these, you don’t hear his doubts or his debts or disease. You scan through the score and put fingers on keys and you play. And everything else goes away. Everything else goes away…
— “Everything Else”, Next to Normal
My favorite confessional poet is Anne Sexton, who committed suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning at age 45. A book of her poetry, published posthumously, featured her therapist:
I have words for you
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Videogames Soundtracks Personal Quote: "It doesn't matter what has happened thus far. I'll keep walking foward, without looking back."