If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter ... Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found. - Anne Sexton
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
- Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. - Anne Sexton
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. - Anne Sexton
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen. - Anne Sexton
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up. - Anne Sexton
I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is. - Anne Sexton
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to f… - Anne Sexton
Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to f…
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises. - Anne Sexton
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
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