#poe

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#poetry #secret

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. -Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World” from The Forgiveness Parade. Copyright © 1998 by Jeffrey McDaniel. Reprinted with the permission of Manic D Press.- ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#love #poetry #sacrifice #forgiveness

Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#crazy #evil #poetry #crazy

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way? ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#power-of-words #words

You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#relationships #relationships

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#liquor #poetry #sadness #sad

You are never too old to become younger! ↗

— Mae West

#paradox #poetry #story #story-telling #youthfulness

There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#hell #horror #sad

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep! ↗

— Rumi

#secret

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#emotion