tornblueprints: I don’t want to be told that the moon is beautiful despite the fact that it is cratered, I want to be told that the moon is beautiful because of the fact that it is cratered, and that the blinding sun can’t help but shine a light on this broken beauty.
The attitude one takes toward existence as a whole shouldn’t merely be a matter...– A paragraph in Jim Holt’s Why Does the World Exist that I’m not sure I agree with. (via invisiblestories)
Probably one of my favorite songs about Summer...
My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...– Hermann Hesse (via fleurstains)
Well, have you?
Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind...– Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily (via fleurstains)
In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.– May Sarton (via theparisreview)
It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don’t care.– Pablo Picasso (via mythologyofblue)
A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has...– Junot Diaz (via livelearnandpanic)
I wonder who really knows me. janelwritespoetry: you never really know someone until you’ve read what they write at 3 am when loneliness consumes them but does not destroy them
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer,...– Wu Men, translated by Stephen Mitchell (via typewriterjazz)
Tengo sighed. “Our prospects are not very bright, I would say. But...– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be by John...
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high pil`d books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And feel that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; ...
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you...– Haruki Murakami (via hellanne)
An April Shower
I got up and stood at the window when it began to rain. It was as if the rain knew I was coming and waited until I was there to witness its first drops fall from the sky, which it did with a great relief similar to releasing at last a long held breath. Like polka dots on a cream comforter the rain sprinkled the sidewalk and the road and eventually the grass and the trees and the early yellow...
A Seemingly Innocuous Invitation
It all started with A seemingly innocuous invitation. “Be my Valentine” She said to me while handing out Pink and red Power Ranger cardboard cutouts To the smart kids and eventual dropouts Just the same. She’s so sweet I thought to myself, To say that to me Not realizing she said it to everone else. I should give her something too Which turned out to be a terrible...
Ode to an Octopus
This is an Ode to an Octopus And all who live down below. Because the Ocean is a fascinating place, So much we’ve yet to know. It’s stange to me to think, As fascinating as the Universe may be, That we know much more about it Than we do about the Sea. But for as much as we don’t know You’d think politicians would at least realize That if Global Warming...
A Cuckold Conversation
“So you expect me to just watch? Be cuckolded?” “Well, you said things were getting kind of stale.” “But, honey, I hardly think that’s the solution.” “Oh, but what if I suggested another female?” He paused “Then… I guess that wouldn’t be much of a problem, right?” She paused sigh “Goodnight.”
Gotta make rent, landlord can’t wait Looking around the empty apartment Not much left to impignorate. So I got the gun from my glove compartment And mulled over my wife’s suggestion. Driving down the street I saw so many stores Each one more tempting than the last, And under each streetlight so many whores. Some I recognized as ghosts from vices past, I knew not what to do. ...
I’m 50 stories to my death by defenestration And no stories are flashing before my eyes. No, all I have is this moment of contemplation And Sunlight shining through cloudy skies. This isn’t at all how I thought I’d go: Looking back up at my would be killer And hearing screams from below, No famous last words, no final goodbye, I prayed to God, please don’t let me...
Spurious Emotion sometimes Sparks very serious And very real sentimental Shit. So if you catch yourself Even semi-supurious too Please, just Stop.
One camel says to another, “Hey man, what’s wrong with your hump?” “Ugh, lemme tell you brother “I pee all the time, but never take a dump.” “Word? I used to have the same problem dude, After a while your hump gets these weird lumps.” “Exactly! We get plenty of water but hardly any food, I mean, who does that shit? Honestly it’s...
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious A word I learned long ago when I was quite precocious. I always knew how to spell it, But I would never tell it As I’m not quite that bragadocious.
“When the Sun, Earth, and Moon Reach perfect syzygy Along with the other planets and moons Aligned in cilestial harmony, Then we will experience how great God can truly be.” I looked down at the homeless man Not annoyed but with great pity. I shrugged my shoulders, walked on the train And chalked it up to New York City.
“Merlin! Cast a cloud of gloom over Camelot! Guinevere has been Retweeting Sir Lancelot! And not just once, or twice, but kind of a lot! Twas just yesterday she was Facebooking me, why give him a shot?” “Well young Arthur, I know not what to say. My Magic 8 Ball app told me this would happen someday. Everything moves so damn fast now-a-day. Send her a couple of Snapchats,...
The empty bottle of tequlia Fell hopelessly to the table After he poured the last shot. It rolled off and kept rolling Before coming to a stop at the leg Of a piano in the parlor nobody played. Cherishing the last bit of the last bottle He smelled the amber anjeo for a bit Before downing it in three sips Tomorrow he would climb Back on the wagon.
All my childhood I wished for a pet stegosaurus, Just like Spike in The Land Before Time. And one Christmas Eve I simply dreampt it were mine. So I ran downstairs and there it was! Big as a bus, And staring into my backyard I tried not to cus. It roared a great roar; I said, “shhhh, you’ll be fine.” Then I looked over the fence to see quite a line. It was the neighbors,...
The guitar’s strange vibes Struck everyone’s sterocilia Hard. Simultaneously.
Hey, Charlie Brown, Why You Look So Glum?
Hey, Charlie Brown, Why you look so glum? I see the Little Red-Haired Girl over there, You should be trying to get you some. Look here, Charlie Brown, I’ve got this flask. Take a swing, it’s Kracken Rum. And here, now you need this, It’s sugarfree Orbit gum. Now, when you talk to her I hope you wont feel so numb. Just smile, compliment her, And try not to say something...
“When the microwave exploded, pizza shrapnel was everywhere. My buddy Chris said, ‘put it on high power if you dare.’ At the time, Doc, I didn’t really care. But I didn’t think I’d lose all my eyebrow hair!” “Mmm. I see. And how does that make you feel?” “Honestly, Doc, I’m pretty hungry. That was three hours ago and I still...
Something in those youth, the moon somehow galvanized When it finally peaked out from behind cloudy skies. The DJ dropped the beat and to everyone’s surpsise Shit got wild. Someone bought bottles of champgane, Popped them, and down it rained. It hit everyone hard and fast just the same: A heat no one could deny. The dancefloor was thick with invetable sin, The DJ announced...
I asked myself, should I give it a smack? It was looking good From where I stood and She was almost egging me on by arching her back I was pretty drunk at the time, I figured it would be fine, Said to myself, this is mine …Turns out I was wrong.
I was drinking at The Greenhouse When I thought I saw this big mouse Dart in behind a chef and what must’ve been his spouse I paid it no mind, in fact Since the place was so damn packed I turned my eye to a cute blonde posted up in the back No sooner had I looked away This mouse made it know he was here to stay He clumbed my table and had something to say! He said, “Mister,...
I’m talkin’ ‘bout the collywobbles, man Modern day butterflies, And this girl here, I’m tellin you She’s the kind that every guy tries. She’s basically my white whale! Moby to my dick! I just can’t figure her out, In fact, I think I’m going to be sick.