Monday, November 2, 2009

don't look.

i never thought i could get into langston hughes, until...

Better.
Better in the quiet night
To sit and cry alone
Than rest my head on another's shoulder
After you have gone.

Better, in the brilliant day,
Filled with sun and noise,
To listen to no song at all
Than hear another voice.


Suicide's Note.
The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.


Ways.
A slash of the wrist,
A swallow of scalding acid,
The crash of a bullet through the brain--
And Death comes like a mother
To hold you in her arms.

- Langston Hughes.

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