Life doesn't stop. It doesn't stop progressing forward and it never stops trying to bring you to your knees. It will test your strengths and exploit your weakness, and I'm not sure that is always such...
I always felt it wouldpass.I listened to the charges against meknowing some of them to be truebut certainly notimportant enoughto become the target ofviolence, envy,vengeance.I thought it would surely...
Some of us die long before our last breath. We perish in the fire of love, reduced to ashes in the consuming blaze. No, we do not die when our hearts cease to beat, but when they start beating the fir...
We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.
Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To 'get' the poem is to hear the eloquence of the sil...
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
Silence explains a lot of things.It tells us why people are who they not supposed to be.It's the fear of being afraid.It's because of their own safety.Sometimes it becomes an unexplainable feeling.It...
At times poems can be like riddles, too difficult to decipher or comprehend. But how else does one come to understand what can only be felt but not said?
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.
The sea waves stirred before methey dashed against the rocksLike a mermaid rising from its depthscurled white sea foam were her locks...
The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want.
I believe in family values and following your dreams.
t is silly to think they all achieved it "just like that". nothing in life is so easy, that is a fact.Behind the scenes were tears and pain,they stumbled and fell but got up again. They heard a voice,...
Technology is grey. More technology, less colors. We're building a world with colors only in poems.
I touched curiosity,I kissed sin, I felt regret,And I was forgiven.But life won't let me forget.
We are all a little broken, looking for something whole to hang on to. But sometimes, what seems whole is even more broken than we are.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I was differentI was not raised; as others wereMy passions from a common sense of ideas. From the same source I have taken Thus, this is art that...
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
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