Everlasting
4 years ago, updated 4 years ago
Reality is as rational as how I make it. Yet as imaginary as every real number is. It's just complex. Full of irrationals that seem to make no sense but can be dealt with. Lucero L. R. |
ddavidd
replied to Everlasting
4 years ago, updated 3 years ago
You don't know how good they are then. |
ddavidd
4 years ago, updated 3 years ago
The reverse psychology: whenever you try to to talk directly to some people, no matter how loud they tend not hear you (Their excuses would be like: so many noses around, their ears are not as good anymore...) though if you whisper on the cellphone, no matter how low, how far away in the room, as long as they see you, they would hear every word, and they would even testify to their ability to do so if you distract them from their first claim. |
Larry Chamberlin
4 years ago
“The taste of the apple (states Berkley) lies in the contact of the fruit with the palate, not in the fruit itself; in a similar way (I would say), poetry lies in the meeting of poem and reader, not in the lines of symbols printed on the pages of a book.” |
nouriguess
4 years ago
"We are just a speck, on a speck, orbiting a speck, in the corner of a speck, in the middle of nowhere." - Bill Nye. |
Poet on the Piano
4 years ago
"Hunted girls grow shells and they call us hard women. As if survival could ever be delicate. As if we haven't been chewing rocks for generations. As if we haven't been rebuilding our own bones." - Brenna Twohy, Swallowtail |
Larry Chamberlin
4 years ago
“Write in your own blood.” |
Sunshine
4 years ago, updated 4 years ago
"The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life." |
BOB GALLO
4 years ago, updated 4 years ago
"The curve of your eyes goes around my heart, A round of dance and sweetness, Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle, And if I don't know any more all that I've lived through It's because I haven't always been seen by you." |
Poet on the Piano
4 years ago
"Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside. Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house, but my hands are always holding tight to the ripcord of believing." (Andrea Gibson) |