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Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via imfantasyparade)Posted on May 30, 2012 via Quote Book: with 2,169 notes
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well?
Posted on May 30, 2012 via Eye On Springfield with 1,208 notes
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Posted on May 30, 2012 via bringtheruckuss with 592 notes
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Posted on May 30, 2012 via Janina Dentata with 553 notes
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haiku 152.
I feel gigantic,
Awkwardly smashing into
Sharp corners, brick walls.
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all day, every day. feels like some giant dude in a bandana is sockin’ me in the ovary.
Posted on May 29, 2012 via Hello my name's giggleshit with 5 notes
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I want to break shit.
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haiku 151.
I can feel myself
Slipping, morphing into what
I’ve seen in nightmares.
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haiku 150.
I’m sick of poems,
Of trite, rhythmic wording and
These bullshit haikus.
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haiku 149.
I’ll cry my eyes out,
Sob until my ribs ache, and
No one can stop me.
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haiku 148.
Is this nostalgia?
Some new sadness or regret?
Inside, I’m heavy.
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haiku 147.
The gloaming creeps in,
Warm and breezy on my cheeks.
(It leaves me empty.)
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“…And I greeted him and asked him/into the house,/and lit the lamp,/and looked into his blank eyes/in which at last/I saw what a child must love,/I saw what love might have done/had we loved in time.” —an excerpt from Mary Oliver’s ‘A Visitor.’
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haiku 146.
To help prepare us,
You faded out over time.
(It’s still shocking, sharp.)
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haiku 145.
And I fell behind;
Allowed myself to succumb
To sleep, so needed.
you've got me coughin' up my cookie heart.
