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Unsaid

Have you ever felt words?

On your body?

Too heavy on your tongue?

Too sticky to leave your lips?

To the point that they become too much

And you become unwilling

To say them, to use them, to mean them

They no longer spill out of you

But every word has to fight its way out of you

And with every day

There are words left unsaid

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— Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

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Disappointment

Disgrace

Disgusting

Words never uttered

But etched with eyes alone

Deep onto my soul

Until they become the base

Of what I build my self upon

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Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011

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The heart is supposed to fall

In love,

And for someone

But mine is quiet,

Still at it’s place

It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s

But it beats for me

I’m not giving it up

But wear it on my sleeve

And treat it gently

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Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno

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@academia-lucifer

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— I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

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M.L.Rio, “If We Were Villains.”

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— Silas Melvin

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“Do not confuse my bad days as a sign of weakness. Those are actually the days I’m fighting the hardest.”

— Unknown

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Life is art

Art is beauty

Others are modeled

Life adds to them

Builds up their beauty

I’m carved by life

It takes and takes and takes

I’m art

I’m beauty

That eventually disappears

Because life has taken too much

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love elizabeth s.

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My heart, it soars

Spending not a single day chained to the earth no longer

While my body, it rots

Beneath the daisy field

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@academia-lucifer

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-Zoë Lianne