Figures are the most shocking things in the world. The prettiest little squiggles of black looked at in the right light and yet consider the blow they can give you upon the heart.
We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A b...
I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.
My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.
Paint me perfect poetry.
Words are confessions of your actions. Choose them wisely.
When words lose their meaning and their capacity to bind those who use them, neither democracy nor the rule of law can long survive.
Negative words have a way of permeating our system and making themselves comfortable in our sub-conscious.
In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.
Good words cool more than cold water.
Words fail to describewhat i feel anymore.Let me be numb for a while,let me be sore.
Sweep my dreams not beneath my feet. Be somewhere that my steps won't meet. Breaking the broom isn't a must. Don't mistake unmoved dreams for dust
Sometimes I fear those noisy words boiling in an unsettling cauldron.
Pay no attention to toxic words. What people say is often a reflection of themselves, not you.
You're like candy. People lick your knowledge to become wise, lick your words from your powerful mouth and say it even better than you. Lick each step you make and stay on a good track, and once you'r...
I rather choose to go through what will make me humble than to go for what will increase my pride to a level without limit
England and America are two countries separated by the same language.
Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.
I wouldn't go back to ashes or dustWords gave me life and in them I will surrenderFrom words to words..
What if, as an act of worship, creating something meant healing and restoration took place instead of pain and frustration?
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