insatiable and inhuman,

a greedy heart will feast tonight

on flesh that will not satisfy

and turn to sand in the mouth.

but if only to find your company in my loneliness,

your justice in my anger,

your acceptance in my guilt

and your comfort in my breaking.

without these imperfections, i could never hope to know your perfect love.

The endless wasting weight

and hardened hate

of intensive introspection.

Laborious and cruel

this pool of self discovery,

you taunt as you uncover me

and leer in my direction.

::how breathless and how wondrous is the pursuit of eternal life::

i will love you til this heart stops beating,

within this mortal and fragile cage

i will love you til my breath relents

our life on earth is but a day

- anonymous

I wake up in the darkest night
Watch you breathe in shadow light
A perfect world lies next to me
And I don't need to sleep to dream

- kate miller-heidke

she walks in beauty, like the night

of countless climes and starry skies,

and all that's best of bright and dark

meets in her aspect and her eyes.

- lord byron

last night's nightmare

(more from lovely photos from sofia ajram's blog)

I think you ought to stay away from here

There are ghosts in the walls

and the crawl in your head through your ear.

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,

I think I saw you in my dreams

You were stitching up the seams

On every broken promise that your body couldn't keep,

I think I saw you in my sleep.

- La dispute

"Beauty comes to those who have been waiting

For something bigger than themselves."

- Bright Eyes

sometimes i think i was born backwards

-effy stonem

I have loved the stars too fondly,

to be fearful of the night.

happiness is an evasive little bitch.

I want to run away to a place were it's deathly cold.

I will hide away there until my skin turns translucently pale and my blood runs like icy streams.

I've broken my back trying to lift this,

So I will find a cave and sleep through this winter.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. - Edgar Allan Poe

And the time came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anaïs Nin

when all else fails...

like a dying blossom i'm curling up and falling to the earth

knowing that as i die, i'll live again

and this time without the weight of endless effort

The shadows are as important as the light.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

"Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?

Said the virgin, a torn little girl.

Boy, you've gone and made a sweet mess of my soul,

And I've already forgiven you.

What a bunch of fools we lovers are

When tempted by the taste of flesh.

My boy you are nothing more than a thief

In a suit of the finest armor."

- La dispute

"Ain't this the bloodiest mess in