teenpoet-er

“of its fragrant conclusion.
          	When did the lemons learn
          	the same creed as the sun?
          	When did smoke learn how to fly?
          	When do roots talk with each other?
          	How do stars get their water?
          	Why is the scorpion venomous
          	and the elephant benign?
          	What are the tortoise's thoughts?
          	To which point do the shadows withdraw?
          	What is the song of the rain's repetitions?
          	Where do birds go to die?
          	And why are leaves green?
          	What we know comes to so little,
          	what we presume is so much,
          	what we learn, so laborious,
          	we can only ask questions and die.
          	Better save all our pride
          	for the city of the dead
          	and the day of the carrion:
          	there, when the wind shifts
          	through the hollows of your skull
          	it will show you all manner of
          	enigmatical things, whispering truths in the
          	void where your ears used to be.”

teenpoet-er

“of its fragrant conclusion.
          When did the lemons learn
          the same creed as the sun?
          When did smoke learn how to fly?
          When do roots talk with each other?
          How do stars get their water?
          Why is the scorpion venomous
          and the elephant benign?
          What are the tortoise's thoughts?
          To which point do the shadows withdraw?
          What is the song of the rain's repetitions?
          Where do birds go to die?
          And why are leaves green?
          What we know comes to so little,
          what we presume is so much,
          what we learn, so laborious,
          we can only ask questions and die.
          Better save all our pride
          for the city of the dead
          and the day of the carrion:
          there, when the wind shifts
          through the hollows of your skull
          it will show you all manner of
          enigmatical things, whispering truths in the
          void where your ears used to be.”

teenpoet-er

The house that you live in don't make it a home
          But feeling lonely don't mean you're alone
          People in life, they will come and they'll leave
          But if I had a choice I know where I would be
          
          Through the lows and the highs, I will stay by your side
          There's no need for goodbyes, now I'm seeing the light
          When the sky turns to grey and there's nothing to say
          At the end of the day, I choose you
          
          -alessia-cara/i-choose/-

teenpoet-er

When you were young, there were some things
          You had planned out, a map of your dreams
          If some pull through, and if some fall away
          I promise to you, this one's gonna stay
          I'll sway like a tree when you need a change
          I'll travel the world or stay in one place
          I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door
          'Cause you got my back and I got yours
          You've got good love, a good woman
          Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
          If you need my arms to hold you together
          They'll be right here to hold you forever
          Sometimes we won't know the road that we'll face
          But we'll get where we're going even if we're late
          I'll sway like a tree when you need a change
          No one'll speak the language we made
          I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door
          'Cause you got my back and I got yours
          You've got good love, a good woman
          Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
          I'll keep you warm beneath the sheets
          The weight of the world's got nothing on me
          'Cause you've got good love, a good woman
          Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
          I'll sway like a tree when you need a change
          We'll travel the world or stay in one place
          You've got good love, a good woman
          Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
          _maren morris-

teenpoet-er

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.
          John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
          Tags: existence, life

teenpoet-er

Daisy Marrow Aug 2018
          A Place Beyond the Mountains
          My silence is not poison. 
          So don't be scared of me. 
          Just vibe with me and 
          maybe you'll understand my words. 
          Let me take you higher
          to a place, a place you've never explored before.
          High beyond the mountains where not a sound can be heard. 
          A place of pure peace. 
          Where no storm has erupted before. 
          This is gold. 
          This is bliss. 
          Can you think of anything better than this?