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"When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers."
"You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body."
"I want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother's arms."
"May my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower."
"The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts."
"Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it's always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing...but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind."
"Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles."
"Funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently."
"It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world."
"Savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night'sdream."
"Poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light."
"Sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed."
"How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words."
"Give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in."
"We always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it."
"Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you."
"I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can't be read, can't be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine."
"Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity."
"This life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it."
"You wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life's treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories."
"The ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime's friendship honored."
"We are all like poems. some of us rhyme. some don't. some are Pulitzer prizessome are just scribblesand yet, we all possessa special kind of beautythat can either heal or cut to the boneone that can never quitebe fathomed, nor forgotten."
"Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home."