eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem eleven
posted by imani , Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 3:26 PM, in Labels:

stone, silent,
clock ticking
immobile breathing,
stationary vision,
expected disaster,
arrested wreckage
of a cloud broken down
to fragments and
pieces of memory
floating in the
receding shores
of nothingness.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.