Bertrand Russell

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.

And then I remember

Pepper Smith · Dec 7, 2012

What happens,
Every time I let you back in.
I am alone and sad.
Infinitely.
And I wait for the day to come but it never does. For the big hole in my heart to go away,
but you make it bigger.
I should love myself more.
More than you.

Under Her Dark Veil

Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966)

Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the banister

And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.'
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "

Love, We Must Part Now

Love, we must part now: do not let it be
Calamitious and bitter. In the past
There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it: for now at last
Never has sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more eager to be free,
To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I
No longer hold them; we are husks, that see
The grain going forward to a different use.

There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives unloose,
As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light,
Break from an estuary with their courses set,
And waving part, and waving drop from sight.

Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)

Suicide

She was drawn into silence,
Whispers staring at her back,
Lies told back and forth. 
She holds the tears,
Lets the heart break set in. 
Fear,
Dismay,
Hurt. 
She felt like it'd go on for eternity.
She couldn't take it. 
She vowed to the silence,
Vowed not to speak a word. 
Just so it couldn't come back,
And haunt her every day. 
She found no comfort,
No trust in anyone. 
She stayed alone,
Ad vowed to silence.

Briana Nilsen · Feb 10

Sonnet 027: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expirèd.
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel, hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
    Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
    For thee and for myself no quiet find.

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Without You

My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.

Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)

Love In A Life

I

Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,

Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—

Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

II

Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune—

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?

But ’tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

Robert Browning (1812 - 1892)

I know why the caged bird sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou (1928 -)

The Rainy Day

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(Portland, Maine 1842)

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
But at every gust more dead leaves fall, 
   And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold and dark and dreary; 
It rains and the wind is never weary; 
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, 
And youth's fond hopes fall thick in the blast, 
   And my life is dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; 
Thy fate is the common fate of all, 
Into each life some rain must fall, 
   Some days must be dark and dreary.

How To Mend A Broken Heart

You are gone…I am left alone,

you left me; and I am scared.

How do I go on? I’m left with memories.

You’ve played me for a fool…

was it lust or love?

My world is now upside down.



I will have my ups and downs,

but you will remain alone.

I had your love once, now I’m my own true love.

I will no longer be scared,

I am stronger, and you remain a fool…

you beg and plead, but to hell with our memories.



They have drifted far from my memory-

I guess you can say I knocked you down,

you’ll need another pitiful fool,

your actions are for you alone.

In an instance you were gone, I was scared

but now, I have found love-



a more appreciated love

to replace my haunted memory.

No longer a child, scared

I will bring my self up, not down,

no longer afraid of being alone

I will stand proud, unlike a fool.



I admit I was sad for a while, like most fools,

but now I realize there is more to love

no need to feel alone_

I’m ready to create new memories,

and I will never be put down,

for I have been weak and scared.



I realize now, no need to be frightened-

for now I am wiser, not foolish,

no longer looking at life as a downer…

I realize there’s much more to life and love;

Our bad romance is a distant memory-

forever gone. I’m standing tall-alone.



Scared, fragile woman is gone…I have found love.

Fool no more; there is no trace of his memory,

down and out, I am unafraid of being alone.

By Saedah Coello

Random

I feel like I am chasing he ghost of what we used to be.