Verysoon hewill vanishcompletely in the wingsof his ownwordlessstanza. [ ]but hisstanzais notcompletely
Words will heal your heart. If you ever come to disregard everything I've told you, believe at least this much: your words and only your words will heal your heart.
You could not believe what one sigh articulates. What one laugh creates.
Whenever we roam be beside me.When you're allone. When you go.When no one comes along. And for all weWander. Encounter and openAllways curl up with me.Give me pain, past and fury.Betray my way. I won'...
Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything.We could build ourselves a heaven.But why?We were Heaven already.Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L.That which...
I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose.
Perhaps in the margins of darkness, I could create a son who is not missing; who lives beyond even my own imagination and invention; whose lusts, stupidities, and strengths carry him farther than even...
Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.
This is why classical thought concerning structure could say that the center is, paradoxically, within the structure and outside it. The center is at the center of the totality, and yet, since the cen...
Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, anyone who looks past Tom's wide grin and considers his eyes will find surprisingl...
Verysoon hewill vanishcompletely in the wingsof his ownwordlessstanza
Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that g...
Why did god create a dual universe?So he might say‘Be not like me. I am alone.'And it might be heard.
You shall be my roots andI will be your shade,though the sun burns my leaves.You shall quench my thirst andI will feed you fruit,though time takes my seed.And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of thi...
Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind.
I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived you can’t call your own.
I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
Not only had Navidson carried Karen out of that house, he had picked her up a hundred times over the course of eleven years and carried her fear, her torment, and her distance.
Of course there always will be darkness but I realize now something inhabits it. Historical or not. Sometimes it seems like a cat, the panther with its moon mad gait or a tiger with stripes of ash and...
The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.
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