My Vortex of Chaos

On a daily basis I come across a multitude of random things, images, literature, art & poetry that I find to be mostly wonderful.

19.4.11

Between the paper cuts and the book marks,

I've smudged my ruins into beautiful form.

Forced ugly thoughts onto virgin pages.

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Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've...
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The Dream Aphra Behn All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of the bliss I strove to take; Raising my rapture by her kind delay, H...
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I have not slept in three days because I have spent every free minute reading this book. It just made its way on to my list of top five favo...
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Though my heart beats in a metronome of monotone, like the meticulous ticking of a grandfather clock, your will tells me that the winds make...
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he smokes loose poems & flicks the words like ashes 'til they gather about my feet, his second-hand metaphors catching in my throat...

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