Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight—a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.
Just because I wear black and keep a private journal, that doesn't mean I'm going to blow up the school. Or terrorize mindless cheerleaders, for that matter.
The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: "booze affects material as it does people.
All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.
Her love was decaffeinated, and mine wasn't. Her love was also black, and mine was creamy and sweet. How could she not want to drink it up?
I heard word Of bellied sailcloth, Creak of oars, And gold in Eastland. Then I smelled A smell remembered: Salt of spray And black-pitched boat's keel.
Because I see A rainstorm in June Just before the sun The black of night Just before the stars And, girl, I see your ghost Just before our dawn
A karate black belt would make a great blindfold on a kidnap victim, after you karate chop them into submission.
As a Black lesbian mother in an interracial marriage, there was usually some part of me guaranteed to offend everybody's comfortable prejudices of who I should be.
Outside, the sun shines. Inside, there’s only darkness. The blackness is hard to describe, as it’s more than symptoms. It’s a nothing that becomes everything there is. And what one sees is only a fraction of the trauma inflicted.
Do not tell me what I think you're going to or I swear to God, I'm going to fly to Brazil and go all black ops on this guy for cheating on you.
I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.
We buy things we don't need with money we don't have to impress people we don't like.
The light lulls you into a false sense of security. But if the dark should come suddenly and silently, you’d stand out like black on night.
-¿Kitten? -¿Si? Sus ojos eran hermosos cuando se encontraron con los míos, luminosos y claros,y un largo momento se extendió entre nosotros. -Te amo." Daemon Black, Opposition.
Insomnia I wonder If those talks matter Few done in the clarity of day Or the many Done at 3 a.m. in the morning
It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden.
The maddened four men followed frantically, for it is better to be in the presence of the awful than only within hearing. ("The Black Dog")
I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole that is my soul when I look at them.
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
Inside my head / or in a distant / Galaxy / Soft I hear it / Calling me." from the song "In the Blackness" in the poetry collection "Terra Affirmative".
