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just my regular bullshit
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Permalink (57 notes)Via: buttholepoetry
"This is the last letter of madness,
The last letter of childhood.
After me you will no longer know
The purity of youth
The beauty of madness.
I have loved you
Like a child running from school
Hiding birds and poems
In his pockets.
With you I was a child of
Hallucinations,
Distractions,
Contradictions,
I was a child of poetry and nervous writing.
As for you,
You were a woman of Eastern ways
Waiting for her fate to appear
In the lines of the coffee cups."
Nizar Kabbani (via truthlackslyricism)
Permalink (97 notes)Source: allpoetry.comVia: picnic-lightning
"

When a man is in love
how can he use old words?
Should a woman
desiring her lover
lie down with
grammarians and linguists?

I said nothing
to the woman I loved
but gathered
love’s adjectives into a suitcase
and fled from all languages.

"
Nizar Qabbani, “Language” (via paintedonwater)
Permalink (3,285 notes)Source: profoakVia: picnic-lightning

picnic-lightning:

bam

Permalink (1,402 notes)Source: menachanVia: picnic-lightning
picnic-lightning: bam