poets. have the toughest job in the universe- of turning silence into eloquence.
Words are powerful forces of nature. they are destruction. they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water. they are flowers and bone. they burn. they cleanse they erase. they etch. they can either leave you feeling homeless or brimming with hom...
tell me of something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon you of something softer than the tenderness with which i hold you.
It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world.
when i speak to you i speak as though i am offering a rose in your hand.
i am always stalking you, my dear. with my thoughts my words. my breath.
