When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil int...
I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.
As long as music survives, poetry will never die.
She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.
At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.
When she bites my lips,I see stars dancing right next to the sun.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
I am bothered by poems I don't understand.
She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.."[From Current Work In Progress]
Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
keep following your heart.it won't always be easy, but it'll be the most important thing you'll do.
Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.
How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the...
Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.