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Poets Byron ~

"when we two parted
in silence and tears
half broken - hearted
to sever for years
pale grew thy cheek and cold
colder thy kiss
truly that hour foretold
sorrow to this"

John Clare ~

"i am: yet what i am none cares or knows
my friends forsake me like a memory lost
i am the self-consumer of my woes
they rise and vanish in oblivious host
like shadows in loves frenzied, stifled throes
and yet i am, and live like vapours tost"

Emily Dickinson ~

"she dealt her pretty words like blade
how glittering they shone
and every one unbared a nerve
or wantoned with a bone

she never deemed she hurt
that is not steel's affair
a vulgar grimace in the flesh
how ill the creature bare

to ache is human not polite
the film upon the eye
mortality's old custom
just locking up to die"

Allen Ginsberg ~

"no rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
cannot be bitter
cannot deny
cannot withhold if denied"

Patrick Jones ~

"forever the holes
holes of mercy
holes of loss
holes of painpetrified days
holes of night
holes that worship
holes that die
holes that guide
holes that deny perfection
holes that are the world's reflection
forever the holes"

Philip Larkin ~

"it is not love you will find
you have no limbs
crying for stillness, you have no mind
trembling with seraphim
you have no death to come"

Pablo Neruda ~

"i like for you to be still,it is as though you were absent
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died
one word then, one smile, is enough
and i am happy, happy that it's not true"

Sylvia Plath ~

"i thought that i could not be hurt
i thought that i must surely be
impervious to suffering
immune to mental pain
or agony"

Edgar Allen Poe ~

"from childhood's hour i have not been
as others were i could 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 lov'd, i lov'd alone
then in my childhood in the dawn
of a stormy life was drawn
from every depth of good and ill
the mystery that binds me still
from the torrent, or the fountain
from the red cliff of the mountain
from the sun that 'round me roll'd
in it's autumn tint of gold
from the lightening in the sky
as it pass'd 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"

Christina Rossetti ~

"sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over
sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past
cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
sleeping at last"

Shelley ~

"rose leaves, when the rose is dead
are heaped for the beloved's bed
and so thy thoughts, when thou art gone
love itself shall slumber on"

R.S Thomas ~

"in a calvinist's heaven,
where no foot is cloven,
who are the forgiven?"

Authors Sylvia Plath...

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Kathy Acker
Poppy Z Brite
Charlotte Bronte
Emily Bronte
Albert Camus
Truman Capote
Wilkie Collins
J.L.C & W.C Grimm
M.R James
Yukio Mishima
George Orwell
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Edgar Allen Poe
Jean Paul Sartre
Lemony Snicket
Louis Theroux
Virginia Woolf
Elizabeth Wurtzel