Sorry I Never Replied. Everyday Is Blending Together And Im Losing Sense Of Time

"The sky can wait…"

who needs a social life when you have followers who don’t talk to you and you run a blog no one cares about

Sigh, anyways no one can deny Calvin and Hobbes is the best Sunday strip comic.

Some people never observe anything.  Life just happens to them.  They get by on little more than a kind of dumb persistence, and they resist with anger and resentment anything that might lift them out of that false serenity.

“...what is the point of looking at things which must always be viewed in so crude a light? When there is no softened angle of memory, nor is there gladness of anticipation? I’ll carefully choose flowers from no mans garden through the frost, all for them to be displayed as accolades on the dusty precipice of another’s understanding...”

Blue skies-embers of sunset-a little pink butterfly blown somewhere against its will. Reminds me of someone can’t remember who.

‘I would like you not to forget me’

She whispered with her last breath,

A grave demand it was, the wish to keep for her

a page of memory, warped and stained

By time’s tender erosion, and fill it with lavender and rose,

What matter if the world should burn and fall

to ruin faraway, a graveyard is a desecration to

the song of the earth written in the stars,

I’d forsake heaven and the angels

for a glimpse of your hand,

eternity can scream into the abyss,

and all I ask is to have you buried beside me.

Lone stars to be my long forgotten secrets,

And the night sky depraved of her jewels to be

My heart, the calls of the woods are drowned out

by the voice of the ocean, singing with

all the sweetness of a pathway home.

Amidst the never-ending hush of the port that harbours lost souls,

The trees can only ache for the archangel’s love,

home’s beneath the world, where the body of the

Captain’s sweetheart lies, washed away by

the clawing tide, into the veiled hearts of the

Pearls scattered upon the shore, lost forevermore

To the flowing hold of the sea and the earth.

It’s an autumn twilight and the valley of violets has

yet to spare a rose

for the lovers lying dead by the cove.

For those of you who asked, here’s a list of some of my favourite poems:

Soleil et Chair (Sun and Flesh), Arthur Rimbaud Litany, Rebecca Linderberg A Myth of Devotion, Louise Glück L’Après-Midi d’un Faune (The Afternoon of The Faun), Stéphane Mallarmé Fever 103°, Sylvia Plath It’s No Use, Sappho (tr. Barnard) Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes, Rainer Maria Rilke The Glass Essay, Anne Carson Alchimie du Verbe (Alchemy of the Word), Arthur Rimbaud I Will Wade Out, E. E. Cummings Mrs. Beast, Carol Ann Duffy Elsa au Miroir (Elsa at The Mirror), Louis Aragon To Fanny, John Keats The First Elegy, Rainer Maria Rilke Persephone The Wanderer (I), Louise Glück Mad Girl Love Song, Sylvia Plath He Seems to Me, Sappho (tr. Carson) F. de Samara to A. G. A., Emily Brontë Pietà, Rainer Maria Rilke (and its many translations) To Proserpine (Orphic Hymn), Anonymous The Unicorn, Angela Carter Saying Your Names, Richard Siken Apparition, Stéphane Mallarmé The Tiger, Pablo Neruda Lady Lazarus, Sylvia Plath Clair de Lune, Roland Leighton I Like My Body When, E. E. Cummings When We With Sappho, Kenneth Rexroth Look On This Picture and On This, Christina Rossetti Nacciyar Tirumoli, Andal (tr. Sarukkai Chabria) Zuleikha, Rumi Marathon, Louise Glück The Red Poppy, Louise Glück The Concert of Hyacinths, Odysseus Elytis (tr. by Kimon Friar) Song for an Ancient City, Amal El-Mohtar Prayers in a Temple, Yusuf al-Khal (tr. by Abdullah al-Udhari) The Convent Threshold, Christina Rossetti Letter to Husband, Emily Berry my love, E. E. Cummings Glanmore Sonnet X, Seamus Heaney Plead for Me, Emily Brontë

Frosted glass between rain and life

I run my hand through the same old withered branches,

Drenched in the same old tired rain,

Far away the sunset harbours the lost gold of

Odysseys gone by, and if the wind were to hide

Within it some unremembered glow from the land

Of unknown secrets, the evening will gently

Whisk away the covers of the coquette,

And reveal to us a maiden under the bent willow,

Sweet as the apples from the orchards where our dreams

Were buried. She will beckon for the children

To gather around the fire and tell them the story

Of Zerah and Zulamith, whilst we twist the

Slender branches of the cherry tree into a throne

Fit for the brides of heaven to recline on,

Place at the altar a wreath of dead roses,

And hope that the silent fragrance borne to the shore

Is enough for the sea to give up the child

She drew to her heart in death’s storm.

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And dare I tag anyone? @pollosky-in-blue perhaps you’ll like the story?

smokeinsilence / sightofsea / young love by bts / nizar qabbani / abeba birhane / the waves by virginia woolf / franz kafka letters to milena / ratsandlilies.art / the butterflys burden by mahmoud darwish / underneath the stars by mariah carey