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wordsnquotes: wordsnquotes:BOOK OF THE DAY: Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein by Shel Silverstein We have a confession: when we were about seven-years old, we dreamt about being poets. The first book to inspire
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treadmillionaire: garthsmarenghi: rest in peace the people’s poet: rik mayall 1958 - 2014 There were times when Rik and I were writing together when we almost died laughing. They were some of the most carefree stupid days I ever had, and I feel
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Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night To a house at an angle to my window A wholly imaginary house It is there that from one second to the next In the inviolate darkness I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurr
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“People think that the suicidal are sitting there suffering in their own pain all day, just stewing, sitting there getting ready to express it. But really, what the suicidal are doing is watching Wheel of Fortune. Perhaps having a bowl of Frosted
sherlock-overflow-error:Tip: This Valentine’s Day, don’t be romantic. Be Romantic! Recite Lord Byron on the edge of a barren cliff! Feel the gusts of the thunderstorm blow through your hair as you sob! Become a reclusive poet who trusts no one and
sherlock-overflow-error: Tip: This Valentine’s Day, don’t be romantic. Be Romantic! Recite Lord Byron on the edge of a barren cliff! Feel the gusts of the thunderstorm blow through your hair as you sob! Become a reclusive poet who trusts no one
suedetaxi: “Dee Dee poured another glass of wine. It was good wine. I liked her. It was good to have a place to go when things went bad. I remembered the early days when things would go bad and there wasn’t anywhere to go. Maybe that had been good
the-red-scarf-guy replied to your post: I made this poem a few days ago when I was depressed, Feel free to scroll past this It was really deep and it made me feel kind of inspired… You can do a good poet out of yourself :) thanks, but this poem is
spookysylph: the greek poet sapphos of lesbos wrote poems about women that were so gay that they named the goddamned sexuality after her. that is the level of queerness i hope to one day achieve.
rotiqueen: creative-gold: It could all be so simple I’m that artist that would photograph you before bed and all day. And write you poems that you may or may not read. It’s just a matter of if you’d want to marry me. I’m the kind of poet
wordsnquotes: BOOK OF THE DAY:Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein by Shel Silverstein We have a confession: when we were about seven-years old, we dreamt about being poets. The first book to inspire us in becoming major
wessayeed: I started grooming Hillary the first day of class. She was shy, sat in the back of the class and continually scrawled butterflies and maudlin poetry in her notebook. She fancied herself a poet, and she was looking for someone to understand
fuckyeahlatinamericanhistory: The death of Nobel Prize-winning poet Pablo Neruda was reported in Chile’s El Mercurio newspaper the day after his death on September 23, 1973, over a week after the beginning of the coup that ended the government of
poetsloveher: “Every day I’m thinking to myself: How could I have found you of all the 7 billion people in the world? Is it a coincidence or was I supposed to find you?” — Poets Love Her (via poetsloveher)
days-of-reading: I’m a bit in love with the bookstore near my house. Published authors & poets wander in & out, sit down for tea & cake, chatting to the owner about their lives and work – I’ll sit & pretend to read, secretly listening.
“Seize the day. “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” Because we are food for worms, lads. Because believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.” Dead Poets Society (1989) O Captain!
wordsnquotes: BOOK OF THE DAY: Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein by Shel Silverstein We have a confession: when we were about seven-years old, we dreamt about being poets. The first book to inspire us in becoming
