poetry

"The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued."

"Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o."

"Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds."

"Unreturned love is like trying to make a sandwich with one slice of bread. Don’t stress—fold it in half and love yourself."

"When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass."

"The purpose of poetry is to remind ushow difficult it is to remain just one person,for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will."

"How to Write a PoemCatch the airaround the butterfly."

"Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you."

"Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life."

"[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet."

"I Go Down To The ShoreI go down to the shore in the morningand depending on the hour the wavesare rolling in or moving out,and I say, oh, I am miserable,what shall—what should I do? And the sea saysin its lovely voice:Excuse me, I have work to do."

"I am stuffing your mouth with yourpromises and watching you vomit them out upon my face."

"Poetic inspiration is all around us, and it surrounds us like silent music that makes our hearts vibrate. Any time you give or receive love, you are a part of a living poem."

"There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it"

"I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read."

"What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it."

"No. That's Clary; shes's my best friend."Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one."

"Such was a poet and shall be and is-who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand."

"Everything comes down so pasteurizedeverything comes down 16 degreesthey say your amplifier is too loudturn your amplifier downare we high all alone on our kneesmemory is just hips that swinglike a clockthe past projects fantastic scenestic/toc tic/toc tic/tocfuck the clock!"

"We flatter those we scarcely know,We please the fleeting guest;And deal full many a thoughtless blow,To those who love us best."