Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.
The WeaverMy life is but a weavingbetween my Lord and me;I cannot choose the colorsHe worketh steadily.Oft times He weaveth sorrowAnd I, in foolish pride,Forget He sees the upper,And I the underside.N...
When she bites my lips,I see stars dancing right next to the sun.
Inside a home you left me, a blue orphanage. Inside a bluish mosaic, space to live.
Aflame in black ecstasy, orders extinguished:after deathhow will I know my love was true,this sacrifice not an exercise in vanity?
If you wake with a change of direction, deciding you hate who you've been,Remember, I loved you every yesterday as I will continue to love you then.Whomever person you become I shall worship and whate...
Towards these weeks of rain I give effusive praise. Let me always be reminded that there is time for change.
He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insulted him, or one of his friends, he didn't really mind--or not much, anyway. Whereas if anyone insul...
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In a dark placein a dark timestart with black.Stop. Soak up its energy.Remember the circlehowever bent and broken.Prize balance. Seek Pleasure.Allow surprise. Let musicguide your every impulse.Support...
I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead
Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps...
Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.
She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.
She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never...
I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could n...
Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.
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