I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
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.
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.
wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.
Live as many lives as you can.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
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.
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...