“My beloved isn t dazzling light, Darkness is my beloved – The reason I m so fond of her…”
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow/Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep/though poppies grow In Flanders Fields”
“The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.”
“Sad that there is books that are based on bad events that has happened. But there is books that has been based on really good events. I like to read the ones that are based on both.”
“Two seeds destined to grow in concert, planted together in the field of love.’” She took in a lungful of air and continued. “‘The sky cast wet buckets of dreams and desires, the roots took shape, and the leaves tangled as one.”
“My demons creep like a pedo in a park full of kids. Each one reminding me of the consequences, what I didn’t do, or did.”
“As long as music survives, poetry will never die.”
“I hide myself behind, a cloud of smoke; the smoke screen varies, dependent on the variable. The variable consists of: stress, anguish, boredom, madness, anger, depression, apathy, negativity, sex, violence & a little chunk of chaos.”
“when the glory night envelop the moon that would light up the exhilaration of heart.. the sun was reluctant to reveal smile to warm the earth.. when the fire burn until the wood becomes charcoal yield and melted into disappointment.. the earth will always embrace the rest of the wood by the fire burning in her arms.. then it s me and you in equation narrative prose deep and glorious..”
“SELF BENEATH THE SURFACE, VEILED ON PURPOSE, ALL KNOWING AND GRAND, DIRECTED, GUIDED, BY THE ETERNAL HAND, SUSTAINED, FULFILLED, FULL OF LIGHT, REALIZATION ACHIEVED, BY WILLFUL MIGHT.”
“Viceversa Tengo miedo de verte necesidad de verte esperanza de verte desazones de verte tengo ganas de hallarte preocupación de hallarte certidumbre de hallarte pobres dudas de hallarte tengo urgencia de oírte alegría de oírte buena suerte de oírte y temores de oírte o sea resumiendo estoy jodido y radiante quizás más lo primero que lo segundo y también viceversa.”
“A Very Short Song Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.”
“...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it s you I speak of.”
“You write poetry? Klaus asked. He had read a lot about poets but had never met one. Just a little bit, Isadora said modestly. I write poems down in this notebook. It s an interest of mine. Sappho! Sunny shrieked, which meant something like, I d be very pleased to hear a poem of yours!”
“It...whatever it is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don t even know if I want to be saved.”
“Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.”
“Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another.”