#dorian reads poetry

[astralmarionette]

its always

"But we loved with a love that was more than love"

and never

"my darling -my darling -my life and my bride"

[thedeadpoets-blog]

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[silverystardustt]

“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?” - The Picture of Dorian Gray

[katy71561]

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.”

- Oscar Wilde

[poetryofmuses]

If reading makes ME happy, stop telling me to socialize more!

[thebeautyofyourheart]

January 27, 2023

spent the day reading in the sunlight

[agelesslibrary]

"All I want now is to look at life. You may come and look at it with me, if you care to".

—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

[chikoosonaplate]

Ok but why is Oscar Wilde saying he once knew how to be happy by instinct so jarringly relatable even to this day????

MY TEMPERAMENT WAS AKIN TO JOY????? SIR????

[nookmiles21]

Baby Teeth

Before the horror and dread of my excursions

I cling to my baby teeth like a pendant

From the children's clinic, I danced gayly.

Under fluorescent lights and pure white tiles

In a hailstorm, I seized a crystal of heaven's kaleidoscope

Though easily it collapsed with the force of my palm

The bitter rage of the snow opens a wound

My portrait, a Dorian Gray booth.

I look at the mirror, she looked like me.

A paradox of twisted truths

Until it becomes a faint dim light

Fallen threads of hairs ignite.

Zeno's destiny never reached my grasp

Further and further the memories ran

Wretched abyss of sinkhole void

I fell in deeply, presence ignored.

[fleurcense]

“Dorian, from the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I was dominated, soul, brain, and power, by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you.

When you were away from me, you were still present in my art.... Of course, I never let you know anything about this. It would have been impossible. You would not have understood it. I hardly understood it myself. I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes— too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them.... Weeks and weeks went on, and I grew more and more absorbed in you…Dorian, you are made to be worshipped.”

[astralmarionette]

i hope my therapist has a fun afternoon trying to stop my crying when we start talking about my week

[thedeadpoets-blog]

“every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. the sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. it is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the colored canvas, reveals himself.”

— oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray

[lanaafan]

'There is no such thing as a good influence, Mr Gray. All influence is immoral - immoral from the scientific point of view?

'Why?"

'Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions.

His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays.” - Oscar Wilde, the picture of dorian gray

[letusburnthestars]

“She was like water, calm and steady.

But she could penetrate through the biggest of mountains and the heaviest of forests.”

-letusburnthestars

[poetryofmuses]

So many books to read but not enough money.

[inoreuct]

i paint you. 

in smudges of sunlight, afternoon tea-leaves dappled with honey dripping off my fingers as i thumb across canvas the strong edge of your jaw, the silk of your skin, the rose-petal pout of your mouth against my fingers as i pray that they stain me red

lend me the hollow of your collarbones and i will fill it with pigment, milk and blood and tears to match the flush of your cheeks and dark sparkle of your eyes, the pomegranate hue of your hair tickling your cheekbones, let me see you and i will immortalise you with my soul put in a frame for you to hang on your wall but even when i ache even as i yearn even even even

as the colour flakes off your image and you have gone sour, strawberries rotting across my tongue apples full and flushed before you cut in and cloudy juice spills like clotted blood, spoiled down to the core. 

even now i will paint you, with the poison you feed me till it spills from my lips down my chin down my throat down my ribs and i will hold it by the handful and smear your love over canvas mark my 

prints into the cloth because this is the only way you will love me and this 

if it is the only way then i will drink this poison gladly.