She is the kind of girl who lives for poetry old and new, But in her heart the poems she loves most are only two, one is about regret, the other is about you.
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Something was and wasn’t there between us, something went on and went away.
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days I wonder if you existed at all.
You are unexplored, unusual and frighteningly beautiful.
My best poems are about the parts of you everyone else abandoned.
Lay a blanket on the heather and pull me down, deep, through the soil and roots and stones, to the other side of our shared transgression.
On nights when you feel like your mouth Is filled with scar tissue when your fists are heavier than your clay heart, remember the broken that does not need replacement remember the lungs that pound air in a body too tired to kiss the sun tell yourself you are still working on it say healing, say tak…
Hold that white flag close to your heart And pluck the orange from the sun – it is setting Let it set on your palms Let your shaking bones beat like djembe drums Let your surrender fall to the ground So it can hold this tiny blue earth together. There is an ocean inside of you and Its waves come in…
I see smoke each time I look in the mirror Perhaps this is God’s way of keeping me safe He knows I’m tired of seeing dead birds in rusting cages. Last night, I called the wind and asked How she taught the dove to fly ‘the sky is a map if you know how to look’ She said. And I looked at my skin, marke…
most people fear the fire there’s the burning the suffocation the losing who wouldn’t be afraid of the fire? You. when you reach that dark alley and decided to make a left when you skipped morning coffee because you’ve had too much wine when you felt so heavy-hearted but scuffled upon approaching yo…
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'What would I do if you never came here?' But I was ALWAYS coming here. I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.
Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.
Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.
All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself. Tears are the melting ice of snow. All angels are close to the crying person.
Write a poem. Then use Google Translator to translate the poem into either French or Italian.
I am never not looking for you.
Nothing is quite as stunning as the heavy knuckled hand of a man who has spent his life beating demons into the ground.
What if Time broke all the rules, just for us, and sacrificed herself in the waiting? Waiting for us to just look up and find our way home.