I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write.
The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord, Mirri said. Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.
(a.) Alt. of Poetical
Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.
I always grow poetic when I am lying to myself.
Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe t...
I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .
Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.
You are the ocean to my eyes.
Things don't always end up the way we planned but it doesn't mean the plan wasn't magical while it lasted.
In the absence of sleep, my restless nights have been fueled by my overactive imagination, weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born in...
Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of...
if nothing endswhere do we begin?
She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had...
I am a daydreamer.. I daydream a lot, and thus is when my wicked imagination emerges to bleed upon my paper...
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your s...
Writing should beguile us, not just take us from A to B to Zzzzz
Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you...
One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.
Someone was playing piano nearby and the music drifted slowly in and out of my mind like the ebb and flow of ocean surf. i almost recognized the melody, but i could not be sure, it slipped like a cool...
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