YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE.
~ Amy King
ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.
There are things that are not sayable. That's why we have words.
DESPITE THE INVENTION OF TIME MACHINES, WE KEEP BEING LINEAR.
THE AMPUTATED HEARTBEATS HARDER
OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT'S CALLED POETRY - YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING'S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~
SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.
WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.
HER BARBED-WIRE SMILELIFTED YOU TO HEAVENBUT I HAVE TO ASKDID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE
IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.
LIFE IS NEVER OVER.
ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I'M A HORSE.
YOU SAY POET LIKE THAT MEANS SOMETHING.
I WISH YOU ALL THE REALITY YOU COULD EVER WANT. HANDLE. WANT.
