❝ Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy:
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. ❞
❝ For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth. ❞
❝ Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels. ❞
❝ Before I am your daughter,
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm. ❞
❝ Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. ❞
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I WROTE A POEm
the clouds are above
but i am below.
how the fuck do i get up there.
❝ The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ❞