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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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Wonder if Edgar Allen Poe would have gotten down with kombucha.

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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An ambient light’s flicker keeps the soft pulse of darkness beating at night; It shines from your study, flaring higher as each page turns in your mind; In pursuit of true wisdom, you torch both wax ends of joy and despair; Alone in the madness, your morbid longings and dark secrets lay bare. No one can miss your devilish wish to be enlightened and all-knowing; But those who truly know knowing know there to be no total knowing; Knowledge persists as inexhaustible, immortal, unbound, and undying; You know this, of course, but infinity’s hurdle is one you’ll die climbing.

Under what stars endure, our whole waking world sits alone in the dark; Natural order’s chaos in symmetry leaves us all with holes in our hearts; Those blind to the heartache and misery pump blood that’s gone rotten; To know the divine is to know well the darkness they’ve all but forgotten. As Acheronian undercurrents surge through the psyche’s river of self; The curious one stands at the edges, under wicked twilight itself; Resilience heals only scars you deem worthy when night turns to day; To know the thrills of love, don’t let your heart’s scars become chains.

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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Write until you have nothing left to say—when night turns to day.

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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An ambient light’s flicker keeps the soft pulse of darkness beating at night; It shines from your study, flaring higher as each page turns in your mind; In pursuit of true wisdom, you torch both wax ends of joy and despair; Alone in the madness, your morbid longings and dark secrets lay bare. No one can miss your devilish wish to be enlightened and all-knowing; But those who truly know knowing know there to be no total knowing; Knowledge persists as inexhaustible, immortal, unbound, and undying; You know this, of course, but infinity’s hurdle is one you’ll die climbing.

Under what stars endure, our whole waking world sits alone in the dark; Natural order’s chaos in symmetry leaves us all with holes in our hearts; Those blind to the heartache and misery pump blood that’s gone rotten; To know the divine is to know well the darkness they’ve all but forgotten. As Acheronian undercurrents surge through the psyche’s river of self; The curious one stands at the edges, under wicked twilight itself; Resilience heals only scars you deem worthy when night turns to day; To know the thrills of love, don’t let your heart’s scars become chains.

michaeldelaguerra.com

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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Write until you have nothing left to say—when night turns to day.

MichaelDeLaGuerra.com

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The best picture I've ever taken, at my cousin David's wedding.

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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A very niche David Foster Wallace book quote and meme :-)

#book quotes #literature #life quotes #writing #david foster wallace #infinite jest #dark prose #dark aesthetic #dark quotes #quotes about life #books

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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Grunge aesthetic? I pulled it off once upon a time.

I still maintain that 14-year-old me was way cooler than I am now.

He'd still be proud of who we became, though; at least I hope so.

#grunge #grunge aesthetic #soft grunge #indie sleaze #alternative #tumblr 2014 #dark grunge #punk rock #punk aesthetic #punk fashion

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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An ambient light’s flicker keeps the soft pulse of darkness beating at night; It shines from your study, flaring higher as each page turns in your mind; In pursuit of true wisdom, you torch both wax ends of joy and despair; Alone in the madness, your morbid longings and dark secrets lay bare. No one can miss your devilish wish to be enlightened and all-knowing; But those who truly know knowing know there to be no total knowing; Knowledge persists as inexhaustible, immortal, unbound, and undying; You know this, of course, but infinity’s hurdle is one you’ll die climbing.

Under what stars endure, our whole waking world sits alone in the dark; Natural order’s chaos in symmetry leaves us all with holes in our hearts; Those blind to the heartache and misery pump blood that’s gone rotten; To know the divine is to know well the darkness they’ve all but forgotten. As Acheronian undercurrents surge through the psyche’s river of self; The curious one stands at the edges, under wicked twilight itself; Resilience heals only scars you deem worthy when night turns to day; To know the thrills of love, don’t let your heart’s scars become chains.

michaeldelaguerra.com

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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A photograph I took of a room in my late grandmother's house.

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 2 months

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Write until you have nothing left to say—when night turns to day.

MichaelDeLaGuerra.com

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 3 months

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“Resilience heals only what you deem worthy when night turns to day; to know the thrill of love, don’t let the scars on your heart become chains.”

MichaelDeLaGuerra.com

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 3 months

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I wrote a poem about your purse.

And how big it is.

How all the small, removable parts of your life might look sitting inside of it.

And how I wonder if there’s anymore room—

For something new to get lost at the bottom of it soon.

MichaelDeLaGuerra.com

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 3 months

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It’s Hard

I can’t remember a time when it hasn’t always been hard, to be honest;

Save for a few pulsing moments in an overextended love long forgotten;

I’m upfront about it with anyone stumbling along the path toward intimacy;

Not like I could even hide such a glaring and inconvenient impenetrability.

It’ll be hard at any point when you wake up, hard when you come home;

It’s hard when we send each other cute little voice notes on the phone;

No matter what fantasies your sweet sanguine mind attempts to cook up;

Thank you for trying, but I’ve always been, and always will be, hard to love.

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 3 months

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There is nothing more unoriginal & self-indulgent than writing a poem about how you hate yourself for being sad.*

So I guess I won’t write today.

* Except for a love song that turns out to be about drugs.

- M

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 3 months

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You seem like someone I should get to know.

Just don’t get too close.

Or I’ll never let you go.

- M

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daddy-de-la-guerra · 7 months

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See You At Home In Heaven

#poetry #moody #sad poem #sadgirl #poetsandwriters #poem #poetic #love poems #original poems #poems on tumblr #dark academia poetry

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