You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.
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...
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.
She's vodka in a sexy lingerie and high heels.I'm always drunk.
Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake up.
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he.Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she.Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he.Yes, my...
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.
Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.
When Love Was NewWhen love was newand life was young,and once we walkedin gracious sun,I never dreamt of darker days,or feared that fate had cruel ways.When life was strongand love was free,and time w...