Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.
Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.
Allen Ginsberg (via theworkofwings)
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Five-year-old Siberian tigers Wassja and Mandschu play with a giant snow ball at Wuppertal Zoo in Germany. Picture: BARBARA SCHEER / ANIMAL PRESS / BARCROFT MEDIA
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I still miss you
I still miss you
I still miss you
I still miss you
So Tonight I decided to scroll through all my previous posts. It is an interesting thing to do, I don’t get on here often, I don’t post often. But even with those facts I have noticed how I have grown over the years. But I also noticed how I still struggle with the same things and so in a sense have yet to grow. I still struggle with Jealousy, I still struggle with love/happiness. I have seen myself say one thing is great then later say how I hated it, and vice versa. I do continue to think a lot. I feel as if some of the stuff I think about now has more affect on me as a person then back about a year or so ago when I first created it. It’s weird to see how one has grown in a year. I guess that is why I kept this, so that, from time to time, I can get on and see my progress, that maybe in a year I can get on and see how I have changed. It’s really cool to see. I suggest that all of you go back on all of your stuff and see how you may have changed. It may take some time, but it is worth it in my opinion. I have grown in some areas, have struggled to grow in other areas, but am still trying too at the very least. I am human, I won’t be perfect, I don’t want to be. Perfect in imperfections. Flaws make us special make us beautiful. It’s just cool to see that some flaws have become beautiful while other flaws are still holding me back, it helps me help myself in a sense. I just wanted to say I thought it was cool to see the differences from before to now.
I talk about forever all the time. But nothing does last forever except for death. That’s the only one true forever.
Me (Daniel Hook)
