May 2011
4 posts
“Sie trug den Becher in der Hand
- Ihr Kinn und Mund glich seinem Rand -,
So...”
– Hugo von Hofmannsthal: Die Beiden, in: Ders: Gedichte, Frankfurt am Main und Leipzig 1934, S. 12. (via diesebastionbehrisch)
cranberri:
i cannot be shy anymore.
i cannot be shy anymore.
i cannot be shy anymore.
some people..will eat you alive.
The helpless part of trying to do anything about it was that she did it all herself. She was not a girl who could be won in the kinetic sense-she was proof against cleverness, she was proof against charm; if any of these assailed her too strongly she would immediately resolve the affair to a physical basis, and under the magic of her physical splendor the strong as well as the brilliant played her...
The city means nothing without the love we used to...
I’m often misunderstood, because I tend to act on my first reflex. I’m trying my hardest to be more understanding, because even I, am not as good at this as I try to be. I count my flaws daily, & I have yet to understand why a lot of the things that happen in my life, happen. I try my best to be the best, not only for myself, but for you & everyone else. I apologize for my selfish actions,...
To those of you who asked me questions
Here are your answers, mixed and mashed in an attempt to make a sensical poem. I had to create a poem with a limit. So i asked everyone to ask me a question and then limited myself to only being allowed to use the answers to make a poem.
I was standing over my younger brothers crib, staring at him, and when I turned around ET was behind me.
He screamed, and I started running down the hallway,...
technopants:
I was checking a site that I’m on, and a friend wrote me a letter that made me smile.
“I liked your piece, Whispering - it just seems this site is full of nothing but shit, cutting poems and random gibberish, not to mention the plain nasty material…..I was just thinking I’m not going to spend anymore time here, and then I read yours. Thank you . P.”
I’m glad I could make you...