Love is wind for the soul
Love, Truth, Poetry
As long as music survives, poetry will never die.
Poetry, Death, Music
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
Life, Love, Truth
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Inspirational, Poetry, Relationships
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.
Truth, Poetry, Wisdom
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.
Life, Poetry, Despair
Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?
Poetry, Writing
There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!
Poetry, Writing, Letters
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
Philosophy, Poetry, Wisdom
To write good poems is the secret of brevity.
Poetry, Wisdom, Thoughts
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.
Love, Poetry, Poets
I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.
Poetry, Words
as kids we counted on our fingers, as we grew up we started counting more on people, now what do you think was more disappointing?
Reality, Poetry, Thoughts
and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.
Poetry, Inspiration, Poets
I have witness the stars brighterthan a poet can create a simpleton world. Shall we write 'until death do us part.
Poetry, Inspiration, Music
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?
Poetry, Wisdom, Faith