“i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. i love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lies darkly in my body. i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.”
— pablo neruda (xvii)
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Dark Nautical ⚓
Random sketches from my nautical themed sketchbook
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The relief of giving in to destruction
- Franz Kafka
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HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH?
AS I DRAG MYSELF TO THE EXIT
I FEEL HORROR CRAWL UP MY THROATREALIZING
I HAVE HOARDED MYSELF POOR
I WAS BORN CHARITABLE
AND I LET MY NEED
CONSUME MY SATISFACTION
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If you ask I would bleed for you
Every drop spilled a testament to my love
Seek me, I pull myself open
Stretching my chest open as far as I could reach
My heart beating openly
Animalistic drumbeat
Vulnerable vibrations exposed to the life around
Unafraid of the world from which it normally hides
It's longing melody exposed
Desire me, it sings for you
Every note, a primal love song
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battered and bruised,
her fragile heart he did use
a pretty little wretch
in a pretty black dress
mourns a lover that was never hers,
that never loved her in return.
and though he sewed the seed
of her insatiable need
to finally feel seen
(a little girl's dream),
he tore out her heart
and ripped her apart—
left her for dead
and the sheets stained red.
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In the hollows of my soul, a void so deep,
Where joy once danced, now shadows creep.
Eclipsed happiness, a memory fading fast,
The echoes of laughter swallowed by the past.
Despair's ink stains every verse I write,
A somber symphony, a never-ending night.
In the depths of this void, where shadows decree,
A soul seeks redemption, longing to be free.
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The Alice in Chains Collection September 1992
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I don't want a mild love, I'm not here to caress your ephemeral skin, but to devour your heart out and plant a fire instead. I want to make you the light of my eyes, my sacred heaven...
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Isn't it nice to have nothing and still have a heart that's sprouting lillies and marigolds from all its corners?
As if all the rain of the world is set to fall upon it and make every inch of my little heart flourish and prosper.
What greater blessing can there be, if one's heart is a garden full of life, even if the outside world is a perfect apocalyptic mess, always ready to make you fall down on your knees, like a helpless victim of war.
©gargi
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were we really in love or was it just something to do?
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Loving you broke me.
I didn’t know I had fallen for you until I was already on the floor.
And I lay here and wonder why I just wasn’t enough for you to stay.
If you only knew how many times I have immortalised you with my words. How many pages have been written with tears rolling down my cheeks.
How many times I have begged for you to see me.
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“I will read long books and the journals of dead writers. I will feel closer to them than I ever felt to people I used to know before I withdrew from the world. It will be sweet and cool this friendship of mine with dead poets, for I won’t have to touch them or answer their questions. They will talk to me and and not expect me to answer. And I’ll get sleepy listening to their voices explain the mysteries to me. I’ll fall asleep with the book still in my fingers, and it will rain.”
- Tennessee Williams
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The need to feel your vocal cords vibrate against my teeth, as you carve your desire into my back and scream my name.
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