At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.
my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.
Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.
i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave...
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.
slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.
believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.
poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.
Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.
How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.
sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
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