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.

12.5.12

Will, when speaking well can't win her,

saying nothing do't?

Prithee why so mute?

~ Sir John Suckling

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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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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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I looked up at him, with falling tears and salt in my mouth. He stood over me with anger pointing his eyebrows toward his nose and snorted s...
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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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