I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.
Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.
Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I ris...
Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not sufficeTo fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rottenLest we all be forgotten thingsThat sit like dust upon the mantel of her mind
There's something about her.It's not her smile or grace,It's not her beauty or race,It's not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that's not the case.It's just h...
A book is a place where my reality, escapism, hope, despair, love and death lie.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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.
Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent,Les hiboux se tiennent rangés,Ainsi que des dieux étrangers,Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils méditent.Sans remuer ils se tiendrontJusqu'à l'heure mélancoliqueOù, poussa...
Even famous poets such as Marianne Moore and William Carlos Williams were rarely asked to read their poems.
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...
I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.
Yesterday I fell completely off the face of the earthContemplating life, light and love in the darkness of the voidStrangely it was in the dark that I found meaning for the light
Let me be the drink in your cup. I know how to intoxicate you.
Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,Remember only this of our hopeless loveThat never till Time is doneWill...
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.
I tasted danger on his lips and became an addict.A slave to adrenaline and irrational behaviour.We lived recklessly in a dramatic whirl;Clubbing and Cutting,Drinking and Driving,Fighting and Fucking,S...
i know it all ends the same, but i was interested in seeing how you would break my heart.