#poetry

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#humor #insane #philosophy #poetry #beauty

Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough. ↗

— Patricia MacLachlan

#poetry #words #love

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better. ↗

— Daphne Gottlieb

#passion #poetry #relationships #sex #marriage

He remembers which sister I like least and asks how she is doing. (lines 9-11 of the poem 'Divorce') ↗

— Carrie Etter

#marriage #poetry #women #marriage

How do I feel today? I feel as unfit as an unfiddle, And it is the result of a certain turbulence in the mind and an uncertain burbulence in the middle. What was it, anyway, that angry thing that flew at me? I am unused to banshees crying Boo at me. Your wife can’t be a banshee— Or can she? ↗

— Ogden Nash

#drinking #hangover #marriage #poetry #relationships

Love is a clash of lightnings ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #poetry #spanish #true #beauty

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#youth #love

Women who focus on style over substance usually find themselves in a big fucking hole, with other men who want to fuck the hole. Oh so smooth, and none sophistacted. Because, you know, how sophisticated can hole-fucking really be ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#naked #poetry #men

Where are you hiding my love? Each day without you will never come again. Even today you missed a sunset on the ocean, A silver shadow on yellow rocks I saved for you, A squirrel that ran across the road, A duck diving for dinner. My God! There may be nothing left to show you Save wounds and weariness And hopes grown dead, And wilted flowers I picked for you a lifetime ago, Or feeble steps that cannot run to hold you, Arms too tired to offer you to a roaring wind, A face too wrinkled to feel the ocean's spray. ↗

— James Kavanaugh

#love

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them... ↗

— Aleister Crowley

#satire #sodomy #men