BiographyType: Poet Born: 9 Oct. 1968 Died: Liccione was born in Chicago, Illinois and raised in Rochester, New York. As a child, Liccione grew up in the struggles of a broken family, moving around in various homes, wandering from family member to family member. During his teen years, he went from living with friends to strangers, a vacant house, a vacant garage, and finally living inside his car, all the while managing to survive. |
To save face, it's better not to ask sex from the ex, but to give everything the axe.
Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.
All these pricks gathering around her body, trying to reach and pierce her rose.
Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.
When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.
The closest thing to Heaven, is having a peaceful mind, and a beautiful, pure heart.
They can stop a river by building a dam, but I will be damned if they can stop my river of blood flowing through my veins and heart.
The mind can fool the heart, as the heart can fool the mind.
The papers say we're married, but it's the heart that writes the love story.
The heart fools the mind, where eyes went deaf to words, that fell on blinded ears to easy to fall in love.
Many are hurting for love, while many are suffering from a love that hurts.
I'd rather be eccentric and artistic, than be normal and have not one inch of art flowing through my heart.
It is better to die, than dive heart-first, into a pool of love, only knee-high deep.
Don't let reality, get in way of your dreams.
The truth is we're all dying, the lie is we're all living.
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