Skin and Cold

I can tell its almost winter

I can smell the season as soon as you come inside

I burry my face ino your neck and inhale he sweet smell of skin and cold

I never thought I could live without the smell of your neck,

Or your cold nose on my cheek.

I guess some things take getting used to.

Currently Channeling: Literary Tattoos

So I Am Getting A New Tattoo Soon( A Quote From Prozac Nation) And I Found A Great Stash Of Other Beautifully Inspired Literary Tattoos At  http://www.contrariwise.org/   Enjoy xx

“When we grab you by the ankles

Where our mark is to be made

you’ll soon be doing noble work

Although you won’t be paid

When we drive away in secret

You’ll be a volunteer

So don’t scream where we take you;

The world is quiet here.”

-Lemmony Snicket

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

-The Jabberwocky from Alice in Wonderland

"It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, "that you're free to do anything." 

~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.
- Excerpt from A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

By a mad miracle I go intact

Among the common rout

Thronging sidewalk, street,

And bickering shops;

Nobody blinks a lid, gapes,

Or cries that this raw flesh

Reeks of the butcher’s cleaver,

Its heart and guts hung hooked

And bloodied as a cow’s split frame

Parceled out by white-jacketed assassins.

- Excerpt from “Street Song” by Sylvia Plath

 

But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky. But believe me- it’s better to look at the sky than to live there. Such an empty place; so vague. just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear…”- Excerpt from Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself

-Sylvia Plath, Tulips

 

 

“I feel infinite.”

And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spend, and we felt young in a good way.”

- Excerpt from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

“Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.”

- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

all theories

like clichés

shot to hell,

all these small faces

looking up

beautiful and believing;

I wish to weep

but sorrow is

stupid.

I wish to believe

but belief is a

graveyard.

we have narrowed it down to

the butcherknife and the

mockingbird.

wish us

luck.

- No Title by Charles Bukowski