poetry

"The Sacred and The Scared. Which of these two categories does your love fall under? I should write a love poem on a rolled-up scroll so you’d know which one categorizes mine."

"Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido."

"The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives"

"A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think."

"Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself."

"We aren't suggesting that mental instability or unhappiness makes one a better poet, or a poet at all; and contrary to the romantic notion of the artist suffering for his or her work, we think these writers achieved brilliance in spite of their suffering, not because of it."

"She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach."

"My heartbeat is a pulse, and it pumps out sonic vibrations that resonate with her mind as she lays her head on my chest. Listen silently and you can hear the frequency of love."

"I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane."

"Speak against unconscious oppression,Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,Speak against bonds."

"Living together/ is one move closer/ to living apart"

"This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say."

"They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and forthat matter as to whether I ever get my point acrossor my love"

"This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls."

"I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate--and volatile--I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry. I shall be rampant."

"a bruise, bluein the muscle, youimpinge upon me.As bone hugs the ache home, soI'm vexed to love you, your bodythe shape of returns, your hair a torsoof light, your heatI must have, your openingI'd eat, each momentof that soft-finned fruit,inverted fountain in which I don't see me."

"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf."

"If you want me again look for me under your boot soles."

"Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.[Songs of Longing]"

"Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that showsNothing, and is nowhere, and is endless."