Be Obscure Clearly

wild-earth:

Fulvous Whistling Duck (by quaddie)

(Source: animals-animals-animals)

(Source: g0atman, via wild-earth)

Dig

Who are you?
I want to know you
To become acquainted with the limitless expressions of your eyes,
To feel your soft but firm hands
That dig
With a pen as your tool
Into the depths of the heart
And of life
And love.
I imagine those hands entwined with my own,
Giving me a new security
And taking me somewhere I desperately need to go.
However unattainable you are
I will live with
Remembrance of your perfection
With hope that I will experience it again
In a greater, closer capacity.
Until then, I’ll dig, too
Into the depths of my being
Just to find you
Ready
When I need you.

(original poem, by Cheyanne)

Threads

A million invisible threads
Connect our souls
Your thoughts and actions,
However minute,
Send themselves vibrating
On cords that could stretch to the edges of the universe
And reach me.
And I react.
I feel pain like the pressure on my lungs when I’ve been underwater too long
Seeping into my heart,
Forbidding it to beat.
Or I am suddenly filled with joy.
Much like when a firework glitters overhead
At the most unexpected but most perfect moment.
Are you still in tune to the wires that connect us?
Like you used to be?
When I was beautiful…
Or am I lost to you, just like I am lost from myself?
Will you find me?
Are you looking for me?
Or are you trying to sever those threads,
With eternal flexibility,
Even though you know
That no power in the world could pull you out of my soul?
You can’t break them.
Even though you broke me.

(original poem, by Cheyanne)

Tonight, I Am Dying A Slow Death

microbrien:

Isn’t it strange that what you want and what you need are not always the same?  Don’t you think it is surprising that you can want two conflicting—no—mutually exclusive things? How odd is it that you can hold two beliefs at once and each makes false the other?

I cannot go on this way, but I can’t go on unless it’s this way.

kingdom-of-animals:

regal by Marleen Lammers on Flickr.

(via through-the-jungle)

(via through-the-jungle)

A Light in the Dark…

“Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain. 

…Sometimes the most unexpected encounters happen at exactly the right time, and we find that, even if only for a little while, our walk through one of those dark, narrow aisles has been made considerably brighter.  

Beautiful Not Anything

microbrien:

My love has a way of dying
when I need it most,
in the dead of night,
at the break of morning…
I may never understand how this new one came to me
or why it stayed,
but I’ll hold on,
at least for tonight.
It makes me feel whole,
and I like how it fills me.

Tomorrow, I may not remember these words,
but I will know I was comforted.

wild-earth:

Flickr ~Ranveig~