Quotes Tagged "poetry"

The moonlight gave us courage and the fire made us rebels.

My heart belonged to her but she never belonged to me. She belonged to her passions and her heart's desires.

Her love was as wild as the flames that made her. She was not the one to be tamed but loved from far.

i was once swallowed in a dark shroud of fear, pain, and self-loathing which i believed i couldn’t voice because if i spoke of my loneliness would it not prove my uselessness? light could not break the shadows unless i asked for help and when i finally became so lost i reached out in desperation for even the smallest guidance every tearful thought i had hidden was exposed in all of its falsehood depression is not the problem it’s when we choose to conceal it -My Relationship with Depression

Unexplainable is your presence, making me want to become a poet to highlight your essence.

Your eyes gaze into mine - a tender discovery of your heart speaking to mine.

Why when we feel good, the world seems so bright; but when we feel bad, nothing round seems right. It’s as if for the world to deem alright, the way is to adjust ourselves aright.

Non of us really knew, it was never about solving the mystery, it was about keeping it.

She was faint by passing the terrible things art has done countless times over, why believe in put down theories and books her eyes constantly told me without lower lengths of ultraviolet new beams pouring from an endless waterfall toward the center of every center. I've emerged my skin in years of Roman romance only to find cosmic rays from a different perspective and on that note perception expanded all the truthful parts of myself. I was merely deadly alone in a sunlit gaze trying to hold my organs inside long enough to finish the next book, to wrap the defensive cloak of life before the moon rose from the red sea eons ago, casting the net of creation where no man has ever been.

One touch, one kiss and a leap of faith - the heart will forever be claimed

Displaying it on Twitter, validation is the trigger. Eager to please the eyes of few, we'll go a mile or two. Definition of love is only clicks away, in a crowded platform that is the bible of today. 

Unexplainable is your presence, making me want to become a poet to highlight your essence.

I want to write about the Rain, whose teardrops awake every bud of May and leaves the joyful Earth in harmony (Excerpted from Underneath horizons, chapter Resilience)

I want to write about the Sky, whose waltz of angels fascinates horizons and keeps the cosmic ring in wonder (Excerpted from Underneath horizons, chapter Resilience)

Muses don't come by everyday and most of them have an expiration date

From the first cup of coffee in the morning to playing in the sheets at night, I choose you to be by my side.

SECRET SMILE End your day with a secret smile on your face.

I hear them, The sound of your feet As they pace The creeks on the wooden floors that speak of you,

I think of you and think of love; when all I knew to do was run; though this is now and that was then; I know I'd do it all again

And now when I delete your iMessages, they show up in an 'Archive'. They live on in 'The Cloud', floating somewhere up there in space. It is hard to move on with the knowledge that somewhere up there in space: we are alive amongst the satellites.