“The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal” ShouldSoulSoundDarkConsciousnessWorstLonelinessHorrorSizeDareGravesMakersLocksAlarmsSealsScrutinySuspendedCorridorsPlumbingCavernsFear Me Book:The Poems of Emily Dickinson Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson
“And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And all their tearful words will turn back into steam The sound of loneliness makes me happier.” ThinkingWellsMadeTurnsWaitingSoundSleepLonelinessCryPoetClothesBirdThis LifeAshamedYellowLocksSteamDrawersPolaroids Author:Conor Oberst