June 2013
Love: it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you; it will set you free- be more like the man you were made to be. There is a design, an alignment, a cry of my heart to see the beauty of love as it was made to be.
Hold me, my dear, hold me.
Put your pale arms around my neck.
Let me hold your heart like a flower
lest it bloom and collapse.
Give me your skin
as sheer as a cobweb,
let me open it up
and listen in and scoop out the dark.
Give me your nether lips
all puffy with their art
and I will give you angel fire in return.
Hold me, my dear, hold me.
” —Anne Sexton, from Rapunzel (via violentwavesofemotion)there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.
it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.
” —Charles Bukowski, “The Crunch” (via larmoyante)