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nightlion:

take this valium this pill- was in his pocket

and then, euphoria, calm eruptions of content

I was too tired to keep fucking so does this

mean you still want me, or should I move on/

how unstable I felt until I met with a friend and

began to feel sober again.

In the morning you wake up you…

I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness.

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

• this is not really poetry but
• you’re not an academic cunt
• and i like that about you

You have got to sometimes become the medicine you want to take. You have got to, absolutely got to put your face into the gash and sniff, and lick. You have got to learn to get sick. You have got to reestablish the integrity of your emotions so that their violence can become a health and so that you can keep on becoming. There is no sacrifice. You have got to want to live. You have got to force yourself to want to.

(Source: yum-and-yuk.blogspot.com, via suzannescanlon)

Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head.

I am scanning books at work

thinking of wearing all black for a week

an A line cut and my hair all louche

/

fuck, I gotta take a break from

you and your capitalist band

tomorrow you and the guys are

going shopping so you can look

cool onstage What the I said

rockstars don’t do that but if you

want you can borrow my card they

just increased my wealth to like

twenty two hundred bucks

without even asking