I wear his name on my tongue
with pride,
and his scent on my skin
with arrogance
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– Jane Austen
LiteratureI can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it…
Persuasion
– William Shakespeare
LiteratureMy tongue will tell the
anger of my heart, or
else my heart
concealing it will break.
Taming of the Shrew
– Lemony Snicket
Literature“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make everyone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are opened and discovered, and until all the secrets have you gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled…”
The Beatrice Letters
– Hafiz of Shiraz
PoetryI wish I could show you,
when you are lonely or in darkness,
the astonishing light
of your own being.
– Pablo Neruda
PoetryAs if you were
on fire
from within,
the moon lives
in the lining
of your skin.
Ink-Stained Fingertips
Original PoetryI am made
of the poetry
my fingertips
bleed.
Diary Entries
Original PoetryUntouched by love,
tainted by heartache.
The beauty in his purity –
Oh, it takes my breath away.
Dear, You
Original PoetryInstead of giving me a torch and assuming I’ll find my way
out of the darkness and into the light,
he held my hand and helped me grow accustomed to my blindness
until I wasn’t afraid of the darkness anymore.
– Anisah Hamid
Original Writing“I would watch you burn over and over and over again just to see your sins scorch your skin for eternity.”
Closure, Part Two
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