Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.Mary Oliver (via realizes)
I don’t tell the truth any more to those who can’t make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.Anaïs Nin (via better-than-sex)
I am at one with a sea of sensations, glitter, silk, skin, eyes, mouths, desire.Anaïs Nin; The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1 (via rabbitinthemoon)
Tiny birds carry hot stones.
ready to burn the ground.
mountains turn to cotton wool
and people fall dead like butterflies.
The waves roar and the children drown
like in my religious text books.
Black bridge over hell
Sharp like a sword
Thinner than a strand of hair
Torn into seven.
Strike a balance
because if you fall
Get ready for animalistic demons.
Get ready for the torture on rotation
Get ready for your crotches to burn
and itch over and over again.
Get ready for your breasts to bleed
I can hear the crackling whispers
From a throne that tempts
teases and then rolls back in laughter.
This ugly deal
makes no sense.
The tying of lived bodies aching in everlasting oil.
While the white light papers fly in the wind
There will be a huge blanket of green
thats coats all our bodies
as we wait
in a sick thick moss lullaby
For a rusty pair of scales
I find it harder
to imagine your presence.
A lady tells me you are this figure walking behind me with a torch light.
Do you still have a voice
do you carry the weight
of a silent soul.
Sometimes, I just want to see you with your torchlight.
Whenever I feel the wind,
I wonder if it’s your touch.
Are you the rocking breeze against my forearms,
or the gust that flies right in front of my face.
Why is it when I feel cold, I think I have found you.
Aren’t you still warm?
Isn’t it light you shine?
Come down from those stairs and say hello to me.