Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow,
I like the way my name sounds on your lips.
But your smile will fade come morrow.
It is wintry and I am lonely,
Please come back.
Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow,
I like the way you hold me,
Even when I know it is all a ruse – a bleeding arrow.
For you still envisage her when you bed me.
Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow,
I like the way you touch me,
So coldly, like the dead wings of a sparrow,
And I have begun to crave your warmth.
Your mouth tastes of cigar and sorrow,
I do not like the way you left me without a second glance,
After your soft caress had been so thorough.
Please come back.
Very much what I wish all the time.
-Benedict Smith, I wish I wrote the way I thought
this post is life
“I met a sailor on a ship with promise in his eyes. He kissed me on the mouth and dug his fingers in my thighs. But a sailor ain’t a savior ‘cause they only tell you lies. So I left him there ‘til the sunrise. Well, the waves were tall and they were crashing down. He’s laying in the water, begging God to let him drown. So I showed him all my teeth and then I laughed out loud 'cause I never wanted saving, I just wanted to be found. There is a lighthouse in the middle of the deep. And I’m still stranded on the shoreline there. And nobody hears me scream. And I’ll lure you like a landslide. And I’ll show you lovely things if you rescue me, but they’re make-believe. The lighthouse by the sea.”
— The Lighthouse by Halsey
i’m not in my virginia woolf era but i can see her at the end of the hallway waiting her turn
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.
Emily Dickinson
Lord Byron — To the Countess of Blessington
Vivamus, moriendum est | Let us live, since we must die
Exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melio | I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad
Vive ut Vivas | Live to live
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni | We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.
Flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo | If I can not bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell | Aeneid, Virgil
Neutiquam erro | I am not lost
In Omnia Paratus | Ready for anything
I’ve been collecting these phrases for a while. Now, I’m finally posting them!
In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt | In the absence of light, darkness prevails
Dulce periculum | Danger is sweet
Non ducor duco | I am not lead; I lead
Cogito ergo sum | I think, therefore I am
Lux brumalis | The light of winter
Alis propriis volat | She flies with her own wings
Bibere venenum in auro | To drink poison from a golden cup
Est quaedam flere voluptas | There is a certain pleasure in weeping
Ut incepit fidelis sic permanet | Loyal she began, thus she remains
Si vis pacem, para bellum | If you want peace, prepare for war
Luceat lux vestra | Let your light shine
Vidi Vidi Amavi | I came, I saw, I loved | Julius Caesar
Astra inclinant, sed non obligant | The stars incline us, they do not bind us.
Sic semper tyrannis | Thus always to tyrants | Marcus Junius Brutus
Aeternum vale | Farewell forever
Curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent | Slight griefs talk, great ones are speechless.
Fortuna vitrea est; tum cum splendet frangitur | Fortune is glass; just when it gleams brightest it shatters | Publilius Syrus
Hinc illae lacrimae | Hence these tears | Terence
How truly romantic would that be.
to love a poet; to be immortalized in verse
I’ve been collecting these phrases for a while. Now, I’m finally posting them!
In absentia lucis, tenebrae vincunt | In the absence of light, darkness prevails
Dulce periculum | Danger is sweet
Non ducor duco | I am not lead; I lead
Cogito ergo sum | I think, therefore I am
Lux brumalis | The light of winter
Alis propriis volat | She flies with her own wings
Bibere venenum in auro | To drink poison from a golden cup
Est quaedam flere voluptas | There is a certain pleasure in weeping
Ut incepit fidelis sic permanet | Loyal she began, thus she remains
Si vis pacem, para bellum | If you want peace, prepare for war
Luceat lux vestra | Let your light shine
Vidi Vidi Amavi | I came, I saw, I loved | Julius Caesar
Astra inclinant, sed non obligant | The stars incline us, they do not bind us.
Sic semper tyrannis | Thus always to tyrants | Marcus Junius Brutus
Aeternum vale | Farewell forever
Curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent | Slight griefs talk, great ones are speechless.
Fortuna vitrea est; tum cum splendet frangitur | Fortune is glass; just when it gleams brightest it shatters | Publilius Syrus
Hinc illae lacrimae | Hence these tears | Terence