"poetry"タグの名言

Don't fall in love with me. I am dissonance. I am always at war with myself – confusing my head with my heart, always retreating into my mind, because I don‘t want to lose.

He was broken in the best way – in a way that made me stop and stare and want to love him.

I color my nails black and dye my hair red to wear, in metaphors, what my heart wants. The things I don‘t wish to remember, leaking from the tips of my fingers. The things I wish I won‘t forget, clinging to the roots of my hair.

Our outlines feel the same. I think I can hide inside you.

Only those who look closely will see the beauty between her flaws.

We often pray to the stars above, to help us find somebody to love.

Distance does not affect the fact that we look at the same moon every night.

Even if you forget, I will remember for the two of us.

It took seconds to fall in love and years to tell her.

In all innocence I plead guilty for loving you by accident.

Your jagged edges always surrender to the soft lines in the face of my poetry.

You will find that you may rewrite and rewrite a poem and it never seems quite right. Then a much better poem may come rather fast and you wonder why you bothered with all that work on the earlier poem. Actually, the hard work you do on one poem is put in on all poems. The hard work on the first poem is responsible for the sudden ease of the second. If you just sit around waiting for the easy ones, nothing will come. Get to work.

between the love and the lust, between the feelings and the hormones, between the heart and the body love, feelings and the heart prevails over everything else.

Society is broken The one who tells you, You are not beautiful Is broken The one who cannot See the good in you Is broken The one who cannot Cheer you up but, Instead plays with Your heart is broken! They are all broken Don’t break yourself for any!

They tell you That the world will love you back If you love yourself enough I am sorry to say It doesn’t really work in that way Know your worth When someone treats you like You are ordinary Know your worth When he fails to appreciate you Know your worth When he tells you that He no longer needs you Know your worth When she cannot love you fully Know your worth They tell you That the world will love you back If you love yourself enough I am sorry to say It doesn’t really work in that way

Don’t forget to raise your voice when their words hurt your soul. Don’t forget to shove, when they try to hush you. If every time you look at yourself, and all that you can see is the ruined mascara, dry lips and burning eyes Girl, that’s the proof for you to pack your bags and leave. If they bury you with the roses and burn you alive with their words Girl, that’s the proof for you to pack your bags and leave. Don’t forget to raise your voice when their words hurt your soul. Don’t forget to shove, when they try to hush you.

May god embrace the mess in your head, The chaos in your heart And the flames in your eyes. For you were never meant to Be loved in pieces Neither chained Or even understood . You are a piece of art And a piece of art is only meant to be admired, desired, and Kept away from anyone or anything that may mess with such kind of Magic…

I'm a wanderer, a lost soul a bright fire in midst of sea a free spirit with a radiant heart a glorious Knight with beautiful scars.

It's really ingenuity through ingenious simplicity of intuition from quintessence. Versatile in these versus, versifying my own originality. These wise words are like deep waters; wisdom flows from the wise like a bubbling brook. I was sin stained but now I'm blood washed. I went from sin to seer by becoming sincere; give ear for it's faith in the face of fear.

See I woke up to this God-body movement, three eyes wide open to this God-mind blueprint. The dynamic of this climax at the peak of a God-conscious is what I seek. Subliminally, I speak fluent, 10 figure mind, I just do it. Life unravels its turmoils and these pen to paper sessions ease my pain and free my mind as I watch the rain, looking through the souls window for a sign. Take you pass the senses into the sixth, take you into a place of paradise and bliss in all but only a few notice.