My God, Why Are You Crying? - Molly PeacockWhen someone cries, after making love spills ( Read more... )

Love After Love - Derek WalcottThe time will come ( Read more... )

The Art Of Disappearing - Naomi Shihab Nye

When they say Don't I know you ( Read more... )

Insomniac - Sylvia PlathThe night is only a sort of carbon paper ( Read more... )

Acquainted With the Night -- Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night ( Read more... )

"The Perks of Being a Wallflower" - Stephen Chbosky

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem ( Read more... )

The Kindly Ones, Sandman Vol. 7, Neil Gaiman

All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone.

Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered by the evening.
You can be me when I'm gone.

Toward a Topography of the Parallel Universe (excerpt from Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen)

People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy ( Read more... )