L. V., I Found This Poem Floating Like A Bug In My Cup Of Coffee

If at the moment you don't see your worth, I hope you at least remember the people who do.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem floating like a bug in my cup of coffee

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7 months ago

i love your edits sm

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so sry everything here's quite fucked up tho just need a way to untether myself from the heaviness before it's all too late

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8 months ago

Think about this:
You and Death—

sitting down for afternoon tea
in the garden of my mind, talking
whilst flowers bloomed
and grew redder in the backdrop.

Worms traverse the driveway like lost men in the Sahara.

- L. V.

Detail of "Musician Smoking a Cigarette in the Background of Copenhagen" by Gerda Wegener (Danish, 1886-1940)

During days that You aren’t there, Death becomes lonely.
He sits back in His chair and puts His feet up, takes a cigarette out
from His coat pocket, lights it up to fill the air with His sorrow.
Then, You, in your old suit, reappear out of nowhere,
and all of a sudden, it is summer again.

- L. V.

In my mind,
there exists only two seasons:
summer
and
not summer.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem underneath your nails

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10 months ago

Detail of "Paysage au Couple" ("Landscape with Couple")
by: Henri Martin

L. V., i found this poem when we were happy & in love & too young to know the difference

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2 months ago

there is another speculation too, but i wanted to know your answer—answer only if you wish to.

Now I'm too curious to know what this other speculation is before answering your other ask...

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tell me dear anon tell me yours too really curious about your blog now too really curious about so many things now

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10 months ago

Detail of "Louise Loved to Climb to the Summit on One of the Barren Hills Flanking the River, and Stand There While the Wind Blew" by N.C. Wyeth (1907)

L. V., I Found This Poem Lost At Sea, Bloated With Caffeine

L. V., i found this poem lost at sea, bloated with caffeine

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6 months ago

Details of "Les amants" ("The lovers")
Rene Magritte, 1928

Sometimes I mistake black for blue, rain for love.

L. V., you tell me it’s okay

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7 months ago

Details of "Portrait of Edna Barger of Connecticut" by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (French, 1836–1911)

A Sonnet for You

If I could, I would compose sonnets for you.

You told me you love poetry, now I’m a poet.
I’ll write you a world of odes and ballads;
I’ll leave a bouquet of haiku on your doorstep.

If I could, I would compose sonnets for you.

Tell me all your fears. I want to know about
everything that’s ever caused you pain. I want
to write them all down on a piece of paper.

Then I’ll fold it once, twice, thrice until it can
no longer be folded. I want to make your fears
small enough that I can hold them in my hand.

I’ll take them far away from you, so that you
won’t ever have to be afraid anymore. I swear
nothing will hurt you again—myself included.

If I could, I would compose sonnets for you.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem on the wall when the paint started to peel off

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9 months ago

There’s a story
about a stone, flung
into the belly of an ancient
ocean, and to this day, it is falling
still. On the night that you are born,
it is written that the stone strikes the
ocean floor, like a matchstick to the
matchbox. And you wonder why
all you’re ever good at is setting
things on fire—even the ones
who love you to death.
Perhaps people should
not love each other.
At least, not to
death.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem in the backwaters of your subconscious

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1 year ago

maybe you don't need anyone to share them with

Took me a while to realise you were referring to this post.

...but what if I want someone to share the happiness with?

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11 months ago

watch foreign movies without turning the subtitles on.
turn the volume up.

- L. V.

Jose Clemente Orosco, Detail of The Bedroom (c. 1910)

fill your room with conversation
you aren’t a part of.

- L. V.

listen. you’re a ghost now.
listen. until you begin to have dreams of letting people into your life again.
listen. until you desire to be a part of someone else’s life again.

- L. V.

L. V., 24th July '14

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