She put on some music. Drum and flute, I think. She played it soft, because it was dreadfully late, a time when all good men and women, or at least the practical ones, had gone to bed. Then she danced...
When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.
When it's possible for you to dream, it's not impossible to achieve.
the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.
funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.
I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
We are the children of a womb.Yet we differentiate each other,On color, creed and the sizes of our tombs!!
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
You are the ocean to my eyes.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.
all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.
One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.
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...
love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.
May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.
everything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.
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