All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Slogans are mere wordsuck…”

“If you’re anything like me,You bite your nails,And laugh when you’re nervous.You promise people the world,because that’s what they want from you.You like giving them what they want…But darling, you need to stop,If you’re anything like me,You knock on wood every time you make plans.You cross your fingers, hold your breath,Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashesYour superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck.Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado…If life gets too good now,Darling, it scares you.If you’re anything like me,You never wanted to lock your door,Your secret garden gate or your diary drawerDidn’t want to face the you you don’t know anymoreFor fear she was much better before…But Darling, now you have to.If you’re anything like me,There’s a justice system in your headFor names you’ll never speak again,And you make your ruthless rulings.Each new enemy turns to steelThey become the bars that confine you,In your own little golden prison cell…But Darling, there is where you meet yourself.If you’re anything like meYou’ve grown to hate your prideTo love your thighsAnd no amount of friends at 25Will fill the empty seatsAt the lunch tables of your pastThe teams that picked you last…But Darling, you keep trying.If you’re anything like me,You couldn’t recognize the face of your loveUntil they stripped you of your shiny paintThrew your victory flag awayAnd you saw the ones who wanted you anyway…Darling, later on you will thank your starsfor that frightful day.If you’re anything like me,I’m sorry.But Darling, it’s going to be okay.”

“Go then, O my inseperable, this once more,”

“A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.”

“3:29:50 pmwhat is it that you love about himis it the way he lets you downincapable of lifting you upis it the way your heart breakswhen he says somethingthat shatters your self-esteemis it the fact he never shows upwhen you need himtell me again what is there to loveabout a man who doesn’t love you”

“It’s 4am again and I’m just getting started. People are boring and I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed through my words. I want to get all fucked up and write real and raw and ugly and beautifully. I bet you’re sleeping safe and calm, and you can stay there, it’s safer there, and you wouldn’t stand one night on this journey my mind wanders off to every night you close your eyes. I’ll stay here one day and I will never come down. I promise I can fly before I hit the ground. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. I swear, it doesn’t hurt.”

“A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order.These two things are one.”

“Why does a heart wear its eyesinto helllike slivers of false sunshine”

“I could’ve been your everythingbut you didn’t have the courageto love me in the way I needed”

“Poetry is the scholar’s art.”

“Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.”

“On the shining yards of heavenSee a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beautyAre the masters of the world.”

“Every poet has his dream reader: mine keeps a look out for curious prosodic fauna like bacchics and choriambs.”

“One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand”

“Title: Blue Light Lounge Sutra For The Performance Poets At Harold Park Hotelthe need gotta beso deep words can’tanswer simple questionsall night long notesstumble off the tongue& color the air indigoso deep fragments of gut& flesh cling to the songyou gotta get into itso deep salt crystalizes on eyelashesthe need gotta beso deep you can vomit up ghosts& not feel brokentill you are no morethan a half ounce of goldin painful brightnessyou gotta get into itblow that saxophoneso deep all the sex & dope in this worldcan’t erase your needto howl against the skythe need gotta beso deep you can’tjust wiggle your hips& rise up out of itchaos in the cosmosmodern man in the pepperpotyou gotta get hookedinto every hungry grooveso deep the bomb lockedin rust opens like a fistinto it into it so deeprhythm is pre-memorythe need gotta be basicanimal need to see& know the terrorwe are made of honeycause if you wanna dancethis boogie be readyto let the devil use your headfor a drum”