“Don’t Just Learn, Experience. Don’t Just Read, Absorb. Don’t Just Change, Transform. Don’t

“The thing you are most afraid to write. Write that.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

To love someone sad

How much love does one need,

need to have,

to love someone sad?

Enough for oneself

and more for another,

when things go bad.

With tested patience,

I presume, they themselves are blue.

Hoping for sunshine even in the gloom.

What do they see in those dim eyes?

Like black holes that suck out life.

In their melancholic spirits that sap,

joy and mischief, out like a tap.

Both waiting for the end,

Drained and void of hope,

to mend the broken soul that's all out of sorts.

-pb

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” - Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

Everything

by Mary Oliver

I want to make poems that say right out, plainly what I mean, that don’t go looking for the laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to keep close and use often words like heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish the question mark and her bold sister

the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I want to write while crossing the fields that are fresh with daisies and everlasting and the ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven and the cup of astonishment; let them be

songs in which nothing is neglected, not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems that look into the earth and the heavens and see the unseeable. I want them to honor both the heart of faith, and the light of the world; the gladness that says, without any words, everything.

I wish I could be a cloud, floating freely in the sky, painting beauty on mountains, crying when my heart's heavy, and shading children as they play in the sun.

— @ZaydAlix

“I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvass for it, and the scene should be - solitude, and the figures - solitude - and the lights and shades, each a solitude. I could fill a chamber with landscapes so lone, men should pause and weep there; then haste grateful home, for a loved one left.”

— Emily Dickinson, from To Susan Gilbert, 27 November-3 December 1854 in “Letters Of Emily Dickinson”

Found this on pinterest. Gonna make this my life's motto .

“He ate and drank the precious words...”

by Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

“(…) for many a long day loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”

— Bram Stoker, from Dracula

Feeling a little lost at the moment. I haven't been able to communicate for the longest time. I am very used to being by myself and not letting anyone in. But lately, I feel too lonely, like life is too monotonous without the hustle and bustle of people around. I want to connect with people, especially be able to talk to my existing friends itself. I know they won't be able to understand how I feel or relate to my problems and so I have kept it all to myself. In this way, I have become boring with absolutely nothing to say. I wonder how I should break out of this dullness in my life. Any tips on how to start?