A Small Thank You- Also…

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It has been a while since i posted something on the blog 

But nevertheless you guys keep on following me 

Been a couple rough months 

But I’m glad you’re all still here with me. 
You will never know how much this blog means to me 

So thank you for the love 

And for sticking around. 

💜

Your poet is back healthier and better.​

A Dream Within A Dream

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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

SYLVIA PLATH QUOTES

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.”
“Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.”
“How frail the human heart must be – a mirrored pool of thought.”
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
“The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.”
“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”
“Widow. The word consumes itself.”
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