Want To Respond To Every Noise Not Under My Control By Growling

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.

White Rabbit

When smothered in smoke,

We whisper white rabbit.

To settle our panic.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

Will you be afraid?

When nightmares inhabit? 

When you recall joy,

But can't reach and grab it?

And everyone has it.

You can't understand it.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

Patience burns too,

It wears out like fabric. 

Your senses subside,

they make way for static.

The flames will wreak havoc.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

And those you love most,

Will say you'll withstand it.

What good are their words?

When breathing grows rapid.

You’re lost and alone.

Ignored by the planet.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

It's bite might be rabid.

- Hayley Siemens

i see so much beauty in people and i wonder if they see the same in me

“Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”

— Tyler Knott Gregson

Concept: it's 1am and you are reading your favorite novel. The world around you is asleep, sounds of the day have quieted and you are alone with your books and coffee or tea.

The stars can’t reach us

The stars can’t reach us

Yet we try in vain

Our hearts full of greed and lust

Wishing only for gain

Hopes and dreams wishing on a star

Corrupt, darkness, despair, stick like tar

Stop soul searching

Please refrain

Nothing will stop the the destruction lurking.

For the stars lie in pain

Overtaxed with ambition

Dying to give you the darkness you’ve been wishin’

The stars are lying

There was no magic here

Lured us like sirens

Hell is crying

Awash with flaming tears

Burning the Horizons

…… was his first and original sword, after Arthur broke Caliburn, he then gave it to Merlín who brought it to the lady of the lake. She then gave Excalibur to Arthur, who went on to many adventures and quests to be a good king of Camelot.

— Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time

[text ID: Perhaps the meaning of all human activity lies in the artistic consciousness, in the pointless and selfless creative act?]

Do you like poems?

yes! my favorites are The Tiger and the unnamed werewolf fridge poem