Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts

Friday, January 24, 2014

Soaked in Soul

Alienation: the crippling conviction that one is a minority of one.
Ambiguity: the bastard child of Creativity and Cowardice.
Aphorism: what is worth quoting from the soul's dialogue with itself.
Arrogance: the vain, younger sister of confidence.
Art: the trail of breadcrumbs left by artists, to remember the way.
Awakening: to see the old with new eyes.
Contradictions: the curse of the clever.
Crime: a sort of art made ugly.
Despair: an early surrender, where the spirit dies before the body does.
Discipline: the backbone without which potential cannot stand.
Dreams: what get us through the night, and oftentimes the day.
Eros: our last defense against the dust.
Existence: a caste system.
Idealist: lawyer who cannot see client, Life, confessing her guilt.
Ideals: maps that omit practical details — like mountain ranges.
Imagination: the invisible hand that masturbates.
Intensity: vast emotions condensed.
Intuition: generous deposits made to our account by an unknown benefactor.
Liar: one who claims to tell the truth, always.
Life: a midway point between two unknowns.
Morality: only permitting others to behave as we behave, when we behave.
Nostalgia: the familiar pinch of that outgrown garment.
Physiognomy: the art that says, yes, you may judge a book by its cover.
Romantic: one who professes to prefer the thorns to the rose.
Sarcasm: a wolf in sheep's skin.
Self: that invisible chain that snaps tight whenever we stray.
Self-consciousness: a weed in the garden of self-awareness.
Self-image: self-deception.
Solitude: the imprisoned soul's imprisonment of the body.
Spiritual Asthma: yearning tempered by shortage of breath.
Suicide: the desperate attempt to assume responsibility for what one is not responsible for.
Swear Words: discomfort regarding our sex organs, and their functions.
Temptation: seeds we're forbidden to water that are showered with rain.
Uncertainty: the starting and ending point of Knowledge.
Waking: waiting at the platform of existence for one's particular train of consciousness to arrive from strange, far-away lands.
Wit: the pounce of a restless insight.


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Oh Reckless Abandon

Stay


I once had someone tell me suicide was selfish 

That the scars those ghosts created would haunt those left behind
That their memories would ripple on into tomorrow and the
tomorrow after that
And I asked in return
What about the people asking them to stay? 
How was that any less selfish?
Any less cruel?
How was being forced to live through your own hell supposed to be
some sort of gift?
Now before you get the wrong idea
I was twelve when I asked that question

Now six years and two different types of anti-depressant later I can
comfortably say
That both happen to be equally selfish
But I need you to trust me
Let them want you
I know you might not feel wanted right now
But let your future want you
Give yourself over to the greedy minds that are smart enough to love 
you
And I promise you one day you'll be playing with sunbeams and 
friendship bracelets
Oceans and lovers

Laughter and wine glasses
Being selfish is a human gift
So let them consume you
Let life take you

(via Gabi of http://amberon.tumblr.com/)