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Upon Moons, We Fall


This Grave contains all that was mortal,
of a Young Native American Poet,
who on his Death Bed,
in the Bitterness of his heart,
at the Malicious Power of his enemies,
desired these words to be Engraven
on his Tomb Stone:
Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.
Aug 12 '13

Anonymous asked:

5'5", long brown wavy/curly hair, slim, English, very happy and friendly, smiley, passionate about music and exquisite food, complete romantic and love the outdoors (running, hiking, camping) "Send a description of yourself to others to see if they would date you"

if i was single, i’d date the hell out of you.

BUT, but, but, i’m not too fond of slim women, no offense to you.

i like extra meat on a girl - and when i say ‘extra’, i mean that.

4 notes

Aug 8 '13

the quality of one’s content should not be measured by temperance alone, but also by the continuity of unalloyed attempts at attaining ulterior Reason,from a view not gazed along, nor fretted with ailments post-seen in that iridium pool of Logic;and various the paths centred silent words; ah, what a sound they gave.

1 note Tags: thoughts words heart soul stoned high writ ideas logic reason keatsian

Aug 8 '13
You cannot express with calmness your fears—
Most of which, suppress’d, linger long for years:
A solemn pity it all ever was;
When lone, your Mind and Thought dare not give pause.

You cannot express with calmness your fears

Most of which, suppress’d, linger long for years:

A solemn pity it all ever was;

When lone, your Mind and Thought dare not give pause.

7 notes Tags: iambic pentameter keatsian words heart soul being fret mind thought realm fears affliction tired pain worrisome

Aug 8 '13

Anonymous asked:

hello.

and a greeting to you as well (:

Aug 6 '13
please love me?
:’c

please love me?

:’c

19 notes Tags: myself picture mah ugly face and stuff herpa derp me please someone love me anyone im lonely and tired and in pain and drugged up from medication and darn it sleepy too

Aug 6 '13

Anonymous asked:

Who's your muse?

my dearest muse is calliope: - she who is thought of being homer’s muse as well; the daughter of a celestial god; the lady of words and rhyme, couplets and epics, writ and thought - all the like.

Jul 31 '13

A Dissection

A capable poet has an artificial sense which he creates by sheer Hope and Fate; built upon with kept memories, saddened rages, and intertwiningly spared ideals,this perspective, when rapt, can further reach a type of zenitha form of existenceto such a point, that for those moments few, the Self of the Poet becomes transcended; alleviated out-ward; a bereft vigil of perception: rightly tuned in levels celestial: where Soul and Heart connect with argent lytheness. 

6 notes Tags: keatsian words soul heart hope fate being existence life thoughts knowing negative capability victorian ideals poet poetry concepts aspects

Jul 31 '13

Anonymous asked:

Holy crap handsome boy stop making me blush. You want to write? Okay. What shall we write about? And make sure it's a good thing to write about so we can fill a thousand nights with our thoughts, jokes and much more. (:

no, wait, but first, you must reveal yourself to me, then we may begin to discuss if wanted still by you.

i will wait for a response, a message, a quote, an anything, from you.

fare you well.

~