violentwavesofemotion:

“A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine, and crystal lakes, and over-arching forests,…”

— Edgar Allan Poe, from “Scenes of an Unpublished Drama,”

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lifeinpoetry:

wound is another word for a person
              who loved you until they decided
              your trauma was too heavy
              for their lungs
              as if they were breathing in tragedy
              and not you

— Moira J., from “Love Is a Bundle of Teachings,” published in Palette Poetry

the-darkest-of-lights:

The sun rules the heart.
The moon rules the brain.
Venus rules the veins.
Saturn rules the spleen.
Mercury rules the liver.
Jupiter rules the lungs
Mars rules the gall.

Except from: alchemist handbook by Frater Albertus

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poems-and-word:

“I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn’t know that I had it in me to fool myself.”

— Lauren DeStefano, Wither
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poems-and-word:

“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.”

— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (via philosophyquotes)

hirxeth:

“Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt from “Short Talk on Hedonism,” from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
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