Eye Syndromes

โ€œBegin with the soft smelted upturned heart-shaped mouth made for smiling a smile kept for kindness, tenderness, incapable of malice.
Am I going too fast for you?
The almond eyes see out through their sleepy epicanthic fold. Trusting and calm, if a flicker from slowness, a further flicker from stupidity.
Settled in slow-motion beauty, heart-breaking beauty.โ€
โ€• Craig Raine

Appearing Untouched

โ€œThere was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.โ€
โ€• John Crowley

Being The Table

โ€œThere are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table.โ€
โ€• E.A. Bucchianeri

t [h] r e a d s

โ€œThe events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order, a timetable not necessarily – perhaps not possibly – chronological. The time as we know it subjectively is often the chronology that stories and novels follow: it is the continuous thread of revelation.โ€
โ€• Eudora Welty

daffodil corners

“How do you discern when the person communicating with you softly is really screaming?

I can’t be sure, but I think it’s when your ears hurt, your throat, or your heart.”
โ€• llv

Scented Light

โ€œMay your love for me be
like the scent of the evening sea
drifting in through a quiet window

so i do not have to run
or chase or fall… to feel you

all i have to do
is breathe.โ€

โ€• Sanober Khan

SUN Confessions: Spit[e]

“Our first confessions took place outside as children. We ran, giddy with laughter, and running down sidewalks lined with cherry blossoms. One child chased another, and in the running, they didn’t use words to confess their joy, but laughter spoke it all the same. Confession need not be labeled as negative, nor limited to dark rooms without windows or fresh air. Everything we do and feel is part of nature, not religion, and only one is the true healer.”
โ€• llv

Painting Over Achromaticity

โ€œMan can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.โ€
โ€• Anaรฏs Nin

Whistle

โ€œ…[H]e had just acquired… a valued novelty in whistling… [H]e strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet – no doubt, as far as strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with the boy, not the astronomer.โ€
โ€• Mark Twain

Violin Light Years

โ€œIt was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.โ€
โ€• Kristin Cashore

The Murder of Fear

โ€œDo not be afraid of love or the course it will take. There is no certainty in life. Choose love first and choose love last and it will give you more than you ever give it.โ€
โ€• Donna Goddard

Six Feet

โ€œThe city was starting to resemble a ghost town. If you saw anyone out on the streets, chances are they were probably infected. The majority of fast infected had spread out to the south and north, which happened to be where they were heading. In between, it was mainly the slower zombies that ruled.โ€
โ€• Jason Medina

Evacuation In 24

โ€œWhere justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.โ€
โ€• Frederick Douglass

The Ocean Riddle

โ€œOh, what is brighter than the light?
What is darker than the night?
What is keener than an axe?
What is softer than melting wax?

Truth is brighter than the light,
Falsehood darker than the night.
Revenge is keener than an axe,
And love is softer than melting wax.โ€
โ€• Cassandra Clare

Love & Opposition

โ€œWhen they judge you, yawn.
When they misunderstand you, smile.
When they underestimate you, laugh.
When they condemn you, ignore.
When they envy you, rejoice.
When they oppose you, prevail.โ€
โ€• Matshona Dhliwayo

Five Fingers. D E E P.

โ€œI was mistaken
when I said you
live in my heart.
How absurd I was
when you live in my
fingertips so that everything
I touch is you. How foolish
I was when you live in my toes
so that everywhere I go there’s you.
How senseless of me to say
you live in my heart
when you breathe in my lungs,
walk on my mind, and
drink in my mouth. I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you.โ€
โ€• Kamand Kojouri

F O R E V E R & A Day

โ€œThere is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind…”
โ€• Shel Silverstein

Purple [c] Lover

โ€œIf Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat’s ‘purple-stained mouth’, or perhaps even of Homer’s dangerously wine-dark sea.โ€
โ€• Victoria Finlay

Passiflora

โ€œThere has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate.
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”
And the lily whispers, “I wait.”
โ€• Alfred Tennyson

Passion Changes Positions

โ€œI wasnโ€™t aware of just how close heโ€™d moved to me until now. So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. โ€œIโ€™m not dangerous,โ€ I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. โ€œYou are to me.โ€
โ€• Richelle Mead

I n k . a . P e o p l e

โ€œHave you ever climbed a mountain in full armor? That’s what we did, him going first the whole way up a tiny path into the clouds, with drops sheer on both sides into nothing. For hours we crept forward like blind men, the sweat freezing on our faces, lugging skittery leaking horses, and pricked all the time for the ambush that would tip us into death…”
โ€• Peter Shaffer

Cargo To Destiny

โ€œWe got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who’d just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite.โ€
โ€• Brandon Sanderson

The Threatening Extinction of Sashimi

โ€œThere are two things we should always be 1. raw and 2. ready. When you are raw, you are always ready and when you are ready you usually realize that you are raw. Waiting for perfection is not an answer, one cannot say “I will be ready when I am perfect” because then you will never be ready, rather one must say “I am raw and I am ready just like this right now, how and who I am.โ€
โ€• C. JoyBell C.