I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter believes in.
There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
We are all writing God's poem.
You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
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