(1)BEING A POETis like opening a car door& exposing yourself.(2)BEING A GOOD POETis like opening the door& exposing the passengeras well.
~ Chocolate Waters
You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it. ~ Amunhotep El Bey
~ Amunhotep El Bey
I touched curiosity,I kissed sin, I felt regret,And I was forgiven.But life won't let me forget.
~ J.a. Anum
We are all a little broken, looking for something whole to hang on to. But sometimes, what seems whole is even more broken than we are.
He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.He'd be gone for days with long silences between each breath.I know I'm his one of many and he knows he's my one of one. The only one who holds him down.Yet, he still leaves.He walks through the door and with each step my heart leaps.He crumbles to the ground in tears telling me he's sorry.He says he needs me and he's nothing without me.How can he be so attached and detached at the same time?I swear, this man loves to see me in pain.
You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.
I am a master wordsmith. I have the ability to bend words at will and invoke feelings with the stroke of my pen. But I'm yet to master the art of finding the right words to describe what happens in my heart when I see you.
No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.
We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.
Let me be the drink in your cup. I know how to intoxicate you.
I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.
I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.
The first time I saw your face, my lips said, hello and my heart said, that's your wife.
He pulled me close and said, Katie, don't leave me, you're my breath, I refuse to live without you.It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I still walked away, because my name is Anne Marie.
I tasted danger on his lips and became an addict.A slave to adrenaline and irrational behaviour.We lived recklessly in a dramatic whirl;Clubbing and Cutting,Drinking and Driving,Fighting and Fucking,Smoking and Snorting,Overdoing and Overdosing. I tasted danger on his lips and lost my way.
There's something about her.It's not her smile or grace,It's not her beauty or race,It's not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that's not the case.It's just her.
Good is not always good.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.
~ Justin Wetch
Not much more than a broke disgrace who's hooked on tonics, so excuse him if his poker face has puke on it.
~ Hannibal Lecture
Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.
My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.
