-ariana
Nymph by Arnold Böcklin (1875)
I have many faces
Some I like to show
Others I like to hide
There are some faces that I am proud of; faces that I am not scared to show the world and to let the sun shine on
There are some faces that I am so deeply ashamed of that I cannot even allow myself to look in the mirror
I wonder which face it is that is supposed to be mine?
Reclining Nude by Luis Ricardo Falero (1893)
The days are short as any dream.
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“there are two things you can never escape, your mind and your heart”
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Mary Magdalene in the Cave by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1876)
Venus Anadyomene by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1848)
My chest heaves and out spews my sorrows
Yesterday, day and tomorrow
They fill the room and drown me
Dragging me with them to the depths of my despair
It is dark and cold
It is my home
Florence Welch, from “I Guess I Won’t Write Poetry”, Useless Magic: Lyrics & Poetry
You have not called and suddenly I’m transported back to my room.
I am 8 years old and you have not looked at me or talked to me in days.
The door is locked, the room is empty.
The sun is shining in from the window but it is so cold in here.
I am laying on the floor, peering out from the crack under the door.
My head resting against the cool floor boards, I am only laying here because you have walked past.
It’s the first time today that I have seen or heard you.
I have spent hours in here, laying on the floor or looking out of the window.
I talk to the butterflies that come to visit me while they feast on the pollen from the flowers on the bushes.
I thank them for seeing me because they are the only ones who do.
Alphonsine de Challié
I am the eldest daughter
I carry my mothers guilt
I carry my fathers guilt
I carry my sisters guilt
I am left with no room for my own
I am the eldest daughter
I carry my mothers sadness
I carry my fathers sadness
I carry my sisters sadness
I am left with no room for my own
I am the eldest daughter
I make room for the pains of others
Constantly rearranging to make it fit
I am left with no room for my own
I am the eldest daughter
When I cry, who is it I am crying for?
I am left with no tears for my own
I am the eldest daughter
I am my mother
I am my father
I am my sister
I am left with a shell of myself
I am the eldest daughter
The weight of others pains is drowning me
Dragging me deeper and deeper into depths that I did not know existed
Yet I allow myself to drown
Accepting my fate
I am left with no life of my own
I am the eldest daughter
Is that all that I am?
It seems that it is the root of my suffering
Yet I will quietly continue to bear their pains
For who else will if not me?
I am left with nothing.
I am the eldest daughter
When I look into the mirror, I never see my own reflection
I see my mothers
I see my fathers
I see my sisters
I am left with no reflection of my own
I am the eldest daughter
That is all I will ever be
A vessel for others
I keep their pain’s diligently and silently
So that they may live
So that I may live
I am left with no life of my own.
when night falls the moon fairies come to dark…