I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.
I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speakBut I know now it doesn't matter how well I say grace if I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eatSo this is my wh...
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
and I wonder if Beethoven held his breaththe first time his fingers touched the keysthe same way a soldier holds his breaththe first time his finger clicks the trigger.We all have different reasons fo...
Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches,And soup,And peanut butter cookies,Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you 'cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean...
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know wha...
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling likethey're falling in love with the ground.
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.
