stars

all the umbrellas in London
couldn’t hide my love for you
run to the window and call out my name
we’ll meet where the sun goes to hide from the rain
from the rain, from the rain

here

walks...

rosa mosa

long walks at night-
that's good for the soul.
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off

their maddened husbands

'charles bukowski'

via pia jane bijkerk

keeping things whole

in a field

i am the absence of field.

this is

always the case.

wherever i am
i am what is missing, when i walk

i part the air

and always

the air moves into fill the spaces

where my body’s been.
we all have reasons

for moving.

i move

to keep things whole.
'mark strand'

images 1 here 2 matt studin

the perfect day...

map shower
i want your hair

to cover me with maps

of new places,

so everywhere i go

will be as beautiful

as your hair

'richard brautigan'

you know quite well,

deep within you,

that there is only a single magic,

a single power,

a single salvation...and that is called loving.

well, then,

love your suffering.

do not resist it,

do not flee from it.

it is your aversion that hurts,

nothing else

'herman hesse'

all images found here

the coming of light

even this late it happens:

the coming of love, the coming of light.

you wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,

stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,

sending up warm bouquets of air.

even this late the bones of the body shine

and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.

'mark strand'

images here

tie

here

tie your heart at night to mine, love,

and both will defeat the darkness

like twin drums beating in the forest

against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

?
night crossing: black coal of dream

that cuts the thread of earthly orbs

with the punctuality of a head

long train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

love, because of it, tie me to a purer

movement,

to the grip on life that beats in your breast,

with the wings of a submerged swan,

so that our dream might reply

to the sky’s questioning stars with one key,

one door closed to shadow. 'pablo neruda'

here

*

cause I like to be gone most of the time

and you like to be home most of the time

if I stay in one place i lose my mind

i’m a pretty impossible lady to be with

'kimya dawson'

here

alone

from childhood's hour I have not been

as others were; i have not seen
as others saw; i could not bring
my passions from a common spring.
from the same source i have not taken
my sorrow; i could not awaken
my heart to joy at the same tone;
and all I loved, i loved alone.
then- in my childhood, in the dawn
of a most stormy life- was drawn
from every depth of good and ill
the mystery which binds me still:
from the torrent, or the fountain,
from the red cliff of the mountain,
from the sun that round me rolled
in its autumn tint of gold,

from the lightning in the sky
as it passed me flying by,
from the thunder and the storm,
and the cloud that took the form

(when the rest of heaven was blue)
of a demon in my view.
'edgar allan poe'

image 1+3 here, 2+4 here

so...

so cold winds carried me off

along with purple leaf explosions

and golden dreams

while you stayed behind

in the soft grass of the past

sipping your spirits,

pretending i was still there.
in the winter

i’ll light a candle

for the dead or the dying,

and listen to the wind

whisper your name.

text + image 2 here image 1 here image 3 here

'''

photo oh jung seok

where you used to be,

there is a hole in the world,

which i find myself constantly walking around

in the daytime,

and falling in at night.

i miss you like hell.

text here

welcome to wonderland

the key to your universe is that you can choose

'frederick (carl)'

nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely

'rodin'

love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea
'henry fielding'

i am tired, beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the wanting of you;
of squeezing it into little ink drops,
and posting it.
'amy lowell'

photo's from SO-EN magazine by masashi ikuta

we-outgrow-love

we outgrow love like other things

and put it in the drawer,

till it an antique fashion shows

like costumes grandsires wore.

'emily dickinson'

photo 'we heart it'

almost

i hide myself within my flower,
that wearing on your breast,

you, unsuspecting, wear me too -

and angels know the rest.

i hide myself within my flower,

that, fading from your vase,

you, unsuspecting, feel for me

almost a loneliness.

'emily dickinson'

paolo roversi- is defenitly my favorite photographer,

his photo's never bore me.

x

free

some feelings seem to be caught into cages

you want to break the door open

but the doors are always locked

and won’t open

until you very softly

open your heart.

text and image found on 'tumblr'

a simple secret

you never really existed.
+ neither did i.
i am just a thought in your dreams.
+ you are a dream in my thoughts.

love this image it's so sweet and innocent- is it?

from 'weheartit'

if you know the author let me know, i've had this for ages

these are things that i could not tell you;

things that remind me of you when i want nothing more than to forget;

things that have gone wrong;

things that have gone right;

things that will never happen;

things that are your fault,

my fault,

the faults of no one;

these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

http://sleepanddream.tumblr.com/photo's from www.weheartit.com

...

yeah, I remember you
telling me how you like it
when it's cold,
how good to feel the wind prickle
your skin, like needles
sewing invisible threads
on you arms and neck.
but see, what I like about the cold
is how much more I feel
the warmth of a jacket, how
you could be in this twin-sized bed,
right now,
ignoring its squeaky metal frame and
snuggling close to me, for warmth,
our cold hands and cold feet touching
under three-layered blankets;
your warm breath at the surprised
contact.
(poem by jacob dominguez) image 1 + poem found on 'flickr'image 2 + 3 from 'weheartit'