Feel

 Is the outline of your feelings edgy, sharp?

Or is it soft? And cozy?

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Before you speak, listen.
Before you write, think.
Before you spend, earn.
Before you invest, investigate.
Before you criticize, wait.
Before you pray, forgive.
Before you quit, try.
Before you retire, save.
Before you die, live

Be

Be the Persephone you want to see in this world. Add pomegranate seeds to your salad. Wear autumn’s decay like a perfume and spring’s soft blooming like jewelry. Weave flower crowns in cemetery. Write love poems to death. Capture your beloved dark god.

Candles

My candle burns at both ends;   
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

Black magic

I’m an angel, but not the pretty kind you see...

My wings are black, tattered, and worn 

but don’t underestimate me, 

I still have magic in my blood.

Post

Jāmācās pieskarties lietām, kas deg,
Neslīkt, ja dziļumā ved,
Un negulēt, ja nāk miegs.

witchcraft

She had power over the most magnificent forces on Earth,
but she still didn’t feel like she had power over the most important thing of all—
her own heart.




True magic is neither black, nor white - it's both because nature is both. 

Loving and cruel, all at the same time. 

The only good or bad is in the heart of the witch. 

Life keeps a balance on its own.

Fearless of the night

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.

SW

specific

Is there a specific way to do the things you love?
Is there a specific way to love the things you do?

Nothings is final.


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I open them and all is born again.


What did I wanted to say!?
I don’t know.
If you read between the lines, you just saw it.
And in the end:

Can You remember who You were 

before the world told who 

You should be?

Mad girls love song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.

/SP

There is me.

There is poetry in darkness and there is poetry in light.
There is poetry in little things, like drinking tea, sitting on the floor in the late afternoon.
There is poetry in breathing in the fresh spring air.
There is poetry in a naked step into the fresh grass.

There is poetry in pain and there is poetry in love.

There is me.

Again perhaps Rilke

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives
are princesses who are
only waiting to see us act,
just once, with beauty and courage.

Perhaps everything that frightens us
is, in its deepest essence,
something helpless that wants our
love.

But now

But now, I was awake and ready to feel everything. And those scraps and stars weren’t enough anymore. I wanted planets. I wanted galaxies.

I wanted his heart.

Past, Terror, Beauty

People with difficult pasts can either overcome them or dive below them, and somehow we were lucky to rise past them.




Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror

Just keep going
No feeling is final /RMR

flowers

the roses have wilted
the violets are dead
the demons run circles
round and round in my head

Nothing’s impossible.

Golden child,
Lion boy;
Tell me what it’s like to conquer.

Fearless child,
Broken boy;
Tell me what it’s like to burn.

be a candle or the night

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.






One night
when you were just a star
someone hung every hope
every wish
every dream
they ever had
from your limbs
so if you ever feel inferior
ever start to doubt
your beauty
your brilliance
just remember:
you have constellations
lining the cathedral walls
of your chest, a moon for
a heart, and the sunlight
pouring through your skin
you are a symphony of stardust
and you were born to shine.