they ask why do i look so sad they wonder if there is something that makes me mad haven't they understood it all by now? i'm neither mad nor sad i'm just a poet in a dark outfit i'm just a melancholic soul in a hypocritical world i'm just an idealist...
The longer I travel and the more people I meet, the more apparent it becomes that certain people will come and go in your life in order to fill a need. Not as a messiah, not as a savior, but as a light that shines to illuminate the path you are on, t...
Your daughter is ugly. She knows loss intimately, carries whole cities in her belly. As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her. She was splintered wood and sea water. They said she reminded them of the war. On her fifteenth birthday you taught her ho...
Saying of the Prophet Some behaviour I am like a man who has lighted a fire, and all the creeping things have rushed to burn themselves in it.
My parabatai, he loved like few ever could love, with all and everything. I see you are like that too; it burns more brightly in you than the fire of Heaven.
Between me and you barriers abide and irresistible truths;how can I come out if not become the light that penetrates matter? In the shadows nothing exists except a burning flame to flow in the dreams.
Somewhere a bicycle bell rings. Somewhere else there's a war on. Somewhere else people turn to shadows and powder in an instant and the streets turn to funnels and light the sky with their burning. Somewhere a war is over.
Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.
You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
Pick the axe; chop off the anger; burn the pieces and bury the ashes. Anger kills before it is noticed. It travels faster to the destination to destroy long before conscience arrives to regret it!
Some pieces couldn’t be glued back together. Some people weren’t for fixing. Sometimes, the only thing to do was burn the whole fucking world down and start again.
I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you again Return, Page 19
You have a dedication to life and truth that burns out of you as beauty and I envy it so much I want to be around it for the rest of my life.
I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.
With mouths agape, they stared in awe at the floor of fire and wall of flame. Atop a horse of golden flames that whipped and licked the leather reins, untouched by the fire that twisted and burned, sat Heimdallr, guardian of the Bilrost.
It's an innocent kiss at first. Soft lips meeting; a gentle pressure that creates a slow burn. The type of kiss you give to someone that means something. This isn't the type of kiss to be wasted on me.
Karma means ‘action’. Like many, you misunderstand its nature. Past misdeeds can be corrected before your karma ripens: it is not some pre-determined fate. It is what you do now that counts.
Betrayal is a more subtle, twisted feeling than terror. It burns and eats, but terror stabs right through.
