/lit/ - Literature

>>13788645
This is you right now

Góngora:

Mientras por competir con tu cabello,
oro bruñido, el sol relumbra en vano,
mientras con menosprecio en medio el llano
mira tu blanca frente el lilio bello;

mientras a cada labio, por cogello,
siguen más ojos que al clavel temprano,
y mientras triunfa con desdén lozano
del luciente cristal tu gentil cuello;

goza cuello, cabello, labio y frente,
antes que lo que fue en tu edad dorada
oro, lirio, clavel, cristal luciente,

no sólo en plata o viola troncada
se vuelva, más tú y ello juntamente
en tierra, en humo, en polvo, en sombra, en nada.

Amelie Nothomb

>>13788661
No you are just reducing woman to that because u had absolutly no experience with a woman. You can not see further that her bodys in a sexuall way. And i do not mean her personality, that u dont see. I am talking about the positive tension that makes every man kneel.

>>13788691
>No you are just reducing woman to that because u had absolutly no experience with a woman. You can not see further that her bodys in a sexuall way. And i do not mean her personality, that u dont see. I am talking about the positive tension that makes every man kneel.

Because that you are going
And never coming back
And I, however absolute,
May overlook your Track—

Because that Death is final,
However first it be,
This instant be suspended
Above Mortality—

Significance that each has lived
The other to detect
Discovery not God himself
Could now annihilate

Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you, who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live—

The “Life that is” will then have been
A thing I never knew—
As Paradise fictitious
Until the Realm of you—

The “Life that is to be,” to me,
A Residence too plain
Unless in my Redeemer’s Face
I recognize your own—

Of Immortality who doubts
He may exchange with me
Curtailed by your obscuring Face
Of everything but He—

Of Heaven and Hell I also yield
The Right to reprehend
To whoso would commute this Face
For his less priceless Friend.

If “God is Love” as he admits
We think that me must be
Because he is a “jealous God”
He tells us certainly

If “All is possible with” him
As he besides concedes
He will refund us finally

I.
ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
And wish that name were carved for us.
The moss reprints more tenderly
The hard types of the mason's knife,
As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life
With which we're tired, my heart and I.

II.
You see we're tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
We walked too straight for fortune's end,
We loved too true to keep a friend ;
At last we're tired, my heart and I.

III.
How tired we feel, my heart and I !
We seem of no use in the world ;
Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
About men's eyes indifferently ;
Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
You sleep; our tears are only wet :
What do we here, my heart and I ?

IV.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime
To watch the sunset from the sky.
Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said;
I, smiling at him, shook my head :
'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.

V.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
Though now none takes me on his arm
To fold me close and kiss me warm
Till each quick breath end in a sigh
Of happy languor. Now, alone,
We lean upon this graveyard stone,
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.

VI.
Tired out we are, my heart and I.
Suppose the world brought diadems
To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.
We scarcely care to look at even
A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.

VII.
Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out :
Disdain them, break them, throw them by
And if before the days grew rough
We once were loved, used, — well enough,
I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

i hate women

>>13788645
finally got out of my "no hymen no diamond" phase. i literally don't even care about purity anymore. i mean, i recognize it as a virtue, but i'm too desperate and lonely to care anymore, too jaded. i've lost my ideals. also i realized that i've jacked it to way too much disturbing material to ever be able to call myself pure anyway, despite being a virgin. strangely enough, once you give up on the purity meme, you become able to actually appreciate women as more than just sexual objects. and its not like 'm a cuck or anything either because i'm probably going to die alone anyway. hopefully sooner rather than later. the best way to go would be to see someone walking across the street as a giant semi truck is barreling down on them at full speed, but for some reason they don't notice, so you run at them and push them out of the way as you get splattered into goo all over the street, you entire head being completely pulverized beyond recognition so no one can identify you until weeks later when your work finally calls someone and they realize you're gone, and eventually the cops put two and two together and check the dental records and realize you're dead. by this point, everyone has forgotten about your act and if they remembered it, they don't care. you just get to die a noble death with no notoriety and none of the stigma and shame that comes with suicide. its the perfect way to go.

>>13788645
Messing and playing around with her around my appartment. By the end of day she appears to my eyes as the sweetest and most innocent child of all children..Then she starts snoring.

>>13789168
just place a pillow on her face

go ahead now—caress
her foot hits your chest

still in her white dress
she sees your distress

a good boy—she says
—cleans up his mess

Her hair was dark
She had the teeth of a shark
She was very tall in height
Although her face was the biggest fright

>>13788854
He's telling the truth, bud. Seethe more.

>>13789911
I am glad I don't feel any compulsion to "kneel" before A WOMAN

It's interesting that so many fantastic works circle around women and their beauty. Not to say that many don't circle around men, but the sheer amount of poems and proses and short stories and general writing that circles around their beauty is amazing.

>>13789924
>writing like a boomer
sip slower gramps, you might spill some of that monster on your bib. Woman are alright. No need to put down a whole sex just because they don't want to get your dick wet, mate.

>>13789944
Keep your shoes on, Dorothy

>>13788661
the fact that you can’t believe that someone could appreciate women in a non-sexual way exposes you as the cumbrain, projector

>>13788661

>>13789150
Your ideals are worth living for, anon.

She had big boob
But had to be feed from a tube

>>13790227
Rollin'

Someone please post coomjak, this is ridiculous

>>13790245
Go write something, anon

HOLY OH MY FRIGGIN GOOOOOOD HOLY MOLY I THINK IM GONNNNNNNNNAAAAAAA COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH