Shirty, the slightly aggressive bearPoem

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb
tonight.

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn

anything or anyone

that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

∞10:10 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩12

[Quote] [Poetry] [Poem] [Sweet Darkness] [David Whyte] [Favourite]

Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

Excerpt from Elm by Sylvia Plath

∞02:25 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩23

[Poetry] [Poem] [Sylvia Plath] [Elm]

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t meaning leaning and company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.

After a While by Veronica A. Shoffstall

∞04:37 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩47

[After a While] [Poem] [Poetry] [Veronica A. Shoffstall]

She asks why I like her.
Might as well ask
Why I breathe.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t
Breathe or like her
Anymore.
Maybe tomorrow the tides
Will stop.
Maybe tomorrow will bring
No more rainbows.
Maybe tomorrow
She will stop
Asking useless questions.

The Wish by Gail Carson Levine

∞01:43 am, by lostinthesounds ∩31

[The Wish] [Poetry] [Poem] [Quote] [Book Quote] [Gail Carson Levine]

I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

Shel Silverstein

∞08:19 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩26

[Quote] [Poetry] [Poem] [Shel Silverstein]

You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn’t that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you:

Today, no matter what it takes,
we ride home together.

Travelling Light by Brian Andreas

∞02:47 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩34

[Quote] [Travelling Light] [Brian Andreas] [Book Quote] [Poem] [Poetry]

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious -
So kiss me.

Hafiz

∞01:51 am, by lostinthesounds ∩24

[Quote] [Poem] [Poetry] [Hafiz]

There is no moment of my life
when you are not a part of me;
you hold my heart; you guard my soul;
you guide my dreams so tenderly
And if my will might be done,
and all I long for could come true,
with perfect joy I would choose
to share eternity with you.

For Now and Ever by Robert Sexton

∞02:47 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩30

[For Now and Ever] [Robert Sexton] [Poetry] [Poem]

They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They’ll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They’d make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They’d alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.

Men by Dorothy Parker

∞06:28 pm, by lostinthesounds ∩14

[Men] [Dorothy Parker] [Poetry] [Poem]

In that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

The People Look Like Flowers at Last by Charles Bukowski

∞07:23 am, by lostinthesounds ∩10

[Quote] [Poetry] [Poem] [Book Quote] [The People Look Like Flowers At Last] [Charles Bukowski]