wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.
poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.
slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.
Live as many lives as you can.
tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.
Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.
even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.
Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.
believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.
Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.
love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
everything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.
When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.