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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Sylvia Plath~Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and the world drops dead
I lift my head and all is born again
From the moment of destruction
We will create ourselves
From the moment of darkness
We will find a new light".
From the earth we will return
An inevitable fate
The undeniable truth
The paragon of life
Return to the earth
I shut my eyes and the world drops dead
I lift my head and all is born again
From the moment of destruction
We will create ourselves
From the moment of darkness
We will find a new light
I shut my eyes and the world drops dead
I lift my head and all is born again
Breathe life into the ashes
Cleanse us of our actions
The earth will quake if just for a moment
The rivers will run dry by the mire
Embers left in the wake of the lightning
And new life will be born in fire
Bursting into flames
Burning in disdain
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Turning in the grave
Returning to reclaim
My hollow hideous soul
Fall to the earth like black snow
Envelope my withered bones
Emerging from the cinders
But I'll be back again
When everything is withered
I'll draw my final breath
And shut my eyes as the world drops dead
Then lift my head and all is born again
Breathe life into the ashes
Cleanse us of our actions
Breathe life into the ashes
The earth will quake if just for a moment
The rivers will run dry by the mire
Embers left in the wake of the lightning
And new life will be born in fire
Bursting into flames
Burning in disdain
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Turning in the grave
Returning to reclaim
My hollow hideous soul
Fall to the earth like black snow
Envelope my withered bones
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fall to the earth like black snow
Bursting into flames
Burning in disdain
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Turning in the grave
Returning to reclaim
My hollow hideous soul
Fall to the earth like black snow
Envelope my withered bones
I am a hideous soul
The Music: Lorna Shore - And I Return to Nothingness
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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
- Sylvia Plath
Dirty Diary Entry (NSFW): aimeesbookofsecrets.wordpress.com/2021/07/16/july-16-2021/
mad girl's love song
"i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my lids and all is born again.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
the stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
and arbitrary blackness gallops in:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
i dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
god topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
exit seraphim and satan's men:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
i fancied you'd return the way you said,
but i grow old and i forget your name.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)
i should have loved a thunderbird instead;
at least when spring comes they roar back again.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)"
~ sylvia plath
“I’m inhabited by a cry ’, she would say.
She –Sylvia Plath– was an extraordinary poet, who effortlessly amalgamated poetry and death. Controversial, ‘demonically intelligent’, repulsive even… her poems are not for those who haven’t ever ‘peeled off the napkin’ from their own ‘featureless, fine Jew linen’ face. But those who have, will know what she meant when she said, ‘I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real’. Reality, however, was not hers always. She likely suffered from bipolar disorder (“It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative—whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it" ), underwent electroconvulsive therapy and wrote her most celebrated poems during a few weeks immediately preceding her turbulent death.
‘The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red '
Red was her favorite sad color; sometimes, it becomes mine. On days, when the heart’s mutiny becomes a chilly winter, I read Plath. During such winters, the neurotic poet resonates like swirling twilight…
‘I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head) ’
Yeah, I know. I know. I made it all up in my head. And so, as Sylvia would say, ‘No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel, on the blank stones of the landing.’
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead......
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The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
-Sylvia Plath
Model - Bernadette Lemon
- Sylvia Plath
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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again." - Sylvia Plath
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Well some day I hope to find / That land of funny wine / Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees / And those sugar coated mountaints in the spring begin to melt to sweetest stream / Reached night, the starlight and the sea / Together form eternity / And the wind moves like an echo, / As the world drops all to sleep (Mandolin Orange)
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“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
― Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Mad Girl's Love Song
by Sylvia Plath
Taken @Metales
Shattered by Unobtainable Love by Theda Tammas
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA11/227/39/40
Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Sylvia Plath
Taken @Metales
Shattered by Unobtainable Love by Theda Tammas
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA11/227/39/40
Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Sylvia Plath
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E o Dr. Sig convidou me para tomar um banho de mente.
Eu o analizava como que ele fosse um louco.
Banho de mente.
Oh doido...
Sentei me sobre a pedra e pensei no que falou a menina dos mergulhos no mar.
Ela alegre com as gotas de chuva
com os pingos das aguas
com o pingo das chuvas
com o cheiro da terra
com a forca do pingo
que quando comeca a pingar
perfura as pedras
entranha a terra
tortura o poeta
o estudante
o inocente decente
que quiz revoltar.
O pingo constante na testa
te faz convesar coisas nao feitas
mas oras pois
eh apenas um pingo.
Um pingo
contado como um voto
a alguem que eu convido a roubar
ah, deixe disso,
prefiro o mundo imaginario....
Pingos, sao capazes de fazer
um sol amarelo
dois tracos, barco
lua, espaco solar...
Pingos sao beijos
na noite enluarada de mel
sao gotas de suor entre os amantes
no calor, na beira do mar....
Um deles constitui a vida
e como um unico atomo de areia
um pingo pode ser uma esperanca
pois fomos tambem um dia
um pingo de gente.....
(E eu pergunto ao Dr. Sig onde eh que erramos e porque nao pensamos mais em voz alta, porque nao protegemos mais nossos castelos de areia, nossos sonhos de valsa, nossas dancas na chuva..................................................................................................................).
E ele fecha a porta e disse que continuaremos depois...
And Dr. Sig invited me to take a brain bath.
I started analysing him, and thinking that he was crazy.
Brain bath...
He was crazy....
And I sat over the stone and thought about what the diver lady in love with the sea told me.
She was happy with the rain drops,
with the dirty smell
with the water drips
with her garden
and how she was indeed
happy with the single drop.
The incalculable strength of the drop
when it starts to drip
it holes out stones
it rapes the earth
it tortures the poet
the inocent and decent
student
that chose to rebel
against "the system"..
And I thought of the constant
drops in the forehead
that makes you confess
crimes not by you committed ...
Drop by drop, by drop by drop.
A drop
counted as a vote
as if I'm inviting someone to rob me
(I feel here sorry for my governor)
someone dropped his name...
Well, that's why I prefer the imaginary world...
Drops, with them I'm able to make
a yellow sun,
two traces, a boat
moons, solar spaces...
Drops are like kisses
in the honey colored moon light
they are drips of sweat between lovers
at the sea shore....
Powerful enough to constitute life
as unique as sand atom alone at sea
a single drop can represent hope
as we were one day
just a simple tiny drop
"Little drop of people"....
(And I asked Dr. Sig where did we make a mistake, why we do not protect our sand castles, why we do not sing and dance our waltz in the rain?
And then he closes the door behind me and tells me that we'll finish it later, maybe next time).....
And my conception of him has yet to change....
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
..I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
A mad girl’s love song - Sylvia Plath
This one time I had Sarah lay in snow in only a night gown. Ooops.
I was so excited to meet Sarah, she (like many other wonderful friends I got to meet this past week) is one of my favourite photographers. She is such a sweet and kind soul. You really can't help smiling when you're around her. I miss this lady dearly.
Day 323 Year 3
For FGR theme
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Here by my side, you are destruction
Here by my side, a new colour to paint the world
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Careful, be careful
Careful, be careful
This is where the world drops off
Where the world drops off
Careful, be careful
You breathe in and you breathe out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
And you give in
And you give out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it again
Careful, be careful
Here by my side, it's Heaven
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
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💗Dream World💗 ❋ ❋ ❋ 君が笑えば この世界中に。 もっと もっと 幸せが広がる。 君が笑えば すべてが良くなる。 この手で その手で つながる。 街中が 光に包まれてく。 君の所にも届いて欲しい。(ハピネス・Ai) ❋ ❋ ❋ お昼からもfightです👌💓 青空がようやく見えてきました(,,• •,,)♥ ❋ Speculatively…思いを込めて❤. ❋ #macroexperience #loves_united_macro #igworldclob_macro #indonesia_greatshots #bella_pastels #airy_pics #everything_imaginable #ig_myshot #top_pointofview #electric_macro #ptk_macro #excellent_macros #macro_brilliance #flair_macro #www_macro #drops_perfection #jr_lovedrops #igbest_macros #inthemoodfor_macro #majestic_macros #macroparadaise #mac_archive #top_macro #jr_lovemacro #my_daily_macro #macroworld_tr #drops_arts #world_drops #drops_creative #bokeh_kings
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Auyán Tepui is a tepui in Bolívar state, Venezuela. It is the most visited and one of the largest (but not the highest) tepuis in the Guiana Highlands, with a summit area of 666.9 km2 (257.5 sq mi) and an estimated slope area of 715 km2 (276 sq mi). The unevenly heart-shaped summit plateau of Auyán-tepui is heavily inclined, rising from around 1,600 metres (5,200 ft) in the northwest to a maximum of 2,450 m (8,040 ft) in the southeast. It is incised from the north by a vast valley, the Cañón del Diablo (Devil's Canyon), formed by the Churún River. The larger western portion of the plateau is partially forested, whereas the eastern part comprises mostly bare rock with only patchy vegetation cover. The mountain hosts a number of extensive cave systems.
Auyán-tepui gives its name to the Auyán Massif, which also includes the tiny peaks of Cerro El Sol and Cerro La Luna to the north, and the satellite mountain of Uaipán-tepui to the south. The massif has a total summit area of roughly 670 km2 (260 sq mi) and an estimated slope area of 795 km2 (307 sq mi). It is situated entirely within the bounds of Canaima National Park. Auyán-tepui means "Devil's House" in the local Pemón language.
Angel Falls, the tallest waterfall in the world, drops from a cleft near the summit. The falls are 979 meters (3,212 ft) high, with an uninterrupted descent of 807 meters (2,648 ft) — a drop nineteen times higher than that of Niagara Falls.
Auyán-tepui achieved international fame in 1933 when Angel Falls was accidentally discovered by Jimmie Angel, a bush pilot searching for gold ore. Attempting to land on the heart-shaped mesa in 1937, Angel crashed his small Flamingo plane on top of Auyán-tepui and was forced to hike down the gradually sloping backside, a trip that took him and his crew 11 days to complete; he was immortalised when the waterfall was named after him.
Around 25 species of amphibians and reptiles are known from the summit plateau of Auyán-tepui, as well as numerous birds. Like many tepuis, the mountain hosts a rich assemblage of flora (Wikipedia).
Matthew Good Band - Weapon
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, its heaven
Here by my side, you are destruction
Here by my side, a new colour to paint the world
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it, again
Here by my side, its heaven
Careful, be careful
Careful, be careful
This is where the world drops off
Where the world drops off
Careful, be careful
You breathe in and you breathe out
For it aint so weird
How it makes you a weapon
And you give in
And you give out
For it aint so weird
How it makes you a weapon
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it again
Careful, be careful
Here by my side, its heaven