Poems Quotes

I hear my mom pray every night about how she misses meI want nothing to happen to my little brother the way it happened to meI tell my mom, Keep your head up and stay strong, because I am getting good care in heavenI worry about nothing because Jesus has my backI cry and Jesus comes and wipes my tears from my faceI try to make it to the NBA in heavenI hope everyone is not worried about meI am Brandon in heaven, having fun.

~ Michelle Kuo

Here’s to the “so-so-ing” it.Here’s to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here’s to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here’s to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here’s to no over time.Here’s to the long line to management.Here’s to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here’s to quitting, saying I’m through, saying I can’t compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here’s to art. Here’s to freedom. Here’s to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it’s true. Here’s to the next 40 years with you.Here’s to the new.— Adrianna Stepiano

~ Adrianna Stepiano

...unforgivingly, and forcefully magnificent...

~ Maquita Donyel Irvin

we get brave.we move.we believe.we keep going.

~ Ava

you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.

~ Ava

the hope is smallbut it is everything.

~ Ava

Fantasy like thought that no man could rainJust let her reignRun wild with her unafraidOf any rain stormsThey only wash the mud away and make wayFor double rainbows and sunny days

~ Maquita Donyel Irvin

...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces....

~ Maquita Donyel Irvin

...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...

~ Maquita Donyel Irvin

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~ Dylan Thomas

Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk. 

~ Atticus Poetry

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,but a tiny core of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a violet.

~ D.h. Lawrence

I worry there is something broken in our generation,there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

~ Atticus Poetry

I drift like a cloud,Across these venerable eastern lands,A journey of unfathomable distances,An endless scroll of experiences...Lady Zhejiang here we must part,For the next province awaits my embrace.Sad wanderer, once you conquer the East,Where do you go?

~ Tom Carter

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

~ Melody Lee

I don't write about you because you don't deserve to be immortalised in my words.I'll leave you to float around in my mind until forgetfulness comes to take you away.

~ J.a. Anum

You deserve the love your soul craves for.Don't settle.

~ J.a. Anum

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

~ Atticus Poetry

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

~ Atticus Poetry

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

~ Atticus Poetry

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

~ Atticus Poetry

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

~ Atticus Poetry

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

~ Atticus Poetry

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.

~ Atticus Poetry

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

~ Atticus Poetry

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

~ Atticus Poetry

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

~ Atticus Poetry

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

~ Atticus Poetry

There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.

~ Atticus Poetry

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

~ Atticus Poetry

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

~ Atticus Poetry

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

~ Atticus Poetry

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

~ Atticus Poetry

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

~ Atticus Poetry

Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

~ Atticus Poetry

Drugs to mehave always beena pretty girl with a sly smilebeckoning mewith a finger down the dark path of a fork in the road.

~ Atticus Poetry

She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became,the more of herselfshe found.

~ Atticus Poetry

She was too busy wishing on shooting stars, to see the dreams come true around her.

~ Atticus Poetry

What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

~ Atticus Poetry