martinsnaya: White noise, and black noise Tide of silent shining sounds Drowning a sane man’s voice Gaps between lost and found Prayers stem mind and heart Valor chains the ooze of earth As rain lurks beneath the sun To weather senses until dawn Seductive sounds rising fierce Radical rhyme, hymn—pierce Noise of divine hues & chorus Colorful noise peels to porous
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage,...– Osho (via coyotegold)
merelyamadness: I am a wildflower. Please do not put me in a vase; I am most beautiful when no one tries to make me his own.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and...– William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (via ampliflyahhhh)
prisonofself: this room will whisper my sorrow long after I have left
takethetitle: This feeling is fodder for bored fingernails, an itch trapped beneath the skin that ignites and cools, fire succumbing to the gentle pat of snowfall, crystalline frost ignited in sacrifice of this reassurance that this torture of constant combustion will end soon.