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“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven” – John Milton –   Descent. It means being down on your luck, Down in your hell, deep sea-diving into your doubts. It’s daunting – a new kind of despondent. It’s a great valley, in whichContinue reading “Katabasis*”

Beautiful is not the build of your body It is not the colour of your character It is not the marvel of your morals Beautiful is none of that Beautiful are those who perceive themselves as beautiful for it is everything they are

I keep you in my heart, friend. Even if white wings find you; flying, Below I will ground you, hold you, frame You in my heart’s chamber. THUMP! Feel That heartbeat? THUMP! It’s you, free To live on in me.

who is it that we write for ourselves love lovers what is it all for fame love fortune   would it be enough if your life amounts to a verse that saves a single soul That is Poetry