eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem seven
posted by imani , Wednesday, October 14, 2009 at 3:04 PM, in Labels:

the flimsy,
flailing,
banquet of
movements
unnecessary
dreams and
idle fantasies
humming in
the humdrum
disregard
to careless
desires.

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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.