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Do not go gentle into that good night


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions.

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“Maybe I’m in hell right now…”


“Maybe I’m in hell right now, but you all knew I never believed in hell. The concept was created to keep us on track, and motivate us to do good. What if earth is hell? It sure felt that way.

What if everything we wanted was actually nothing? What if all the things we think are tangible, are actually figments of our imagination? What if life is actually death, and when we die we are truly alive? Wouldn’t that make more sense?

For if this is life, surely some of us wouldn’t inexplicably yearn for death so badly?”

~ Excerpt from An Open Suicide Letter

Once


“You gotta remember: Once, you were happy. Once, the world felt complete to you. Once, you’ve had the highest ups and the lowest downs. Because you always have to put in mind, that once, you lived. And whatever darkness and light it had, once can sometimes be enough.” ~  Comment credit – Neutral Solstice

Haunt U


My time is here and I’m making it clear
Oh I love you my dear
But I’m going, I’m gone

Nothing worse than losing a friend
And the feeling you get when everybody that you love ain’t around
I really gotta get away from this town
I’m just waiting for a wave and I’ll drown

I ain’t gonna set you free
All you gonna get from me
Little bit a love and a little virtue
If I hurt you, I’ll end it all

I’m sorry, I’m trying


I’m sorry that I can’t get out of bed
I’m sorry that my heads always a mess
I’m sorry that I missed your call
For the third time in a row
I promise that I care much more than I show

Don’t get carried away, no
I’ll only let you down
Certain circumstances got me feeling low
Don’t take it personally
Talk some sense into me, I’ve been feeling senseless
Acting selfish, hate myself so fucking much, I’m out of touch
But I can see through all the lies that they’ve been selling me
Quit telling me you know they know what’s best for me
My patience being tested, see
In the parking lot of the high school that I went to
Thought I hated it, but it’s real shit when your friends leave
And you’re back home with the same dreams
On the same street
All of the things that I’ve taken for granted is now
Everything that I wish hadn’t ended
All that I hated is now what I miss
Ain’t that a bitch

I’m sorry that I can’t get out of bed
I’m sorry that my heads always a mess
I’m sorry that I missed your call
For the third time in a row
I promise that I care much more than I show

Day Old Hate


So let’s face it this was never what you wanted
And I know its fun to pretend
Now blank stares and empty threats
Are all I have, they’re all I have.
And isn’t it great to find that you’re really worth nothing
And how safe it is to feel safe.
So drown me and if you can
Or we could just have conversation.
And I fall, I fall, I fall down
But I found you, before I drift away