40 quotes found
“What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?”
“This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.”
“..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.”
“let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.”
“for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.”
“when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.”
“you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.”
“i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.”
“savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.”
“for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.”
“leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.”
“Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.”
“let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.”
“I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks”
“some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.”
“there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...”
“may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.”
“i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.”
“Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand bil...”
“it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrap...”
