“If you still have your trigger finger And your punching fists Your township mob justice Your mothers with whistles Your seven-month self-defence… — Nkateko Masinga Copy Share Image
“You kidnapped my heart and left her dancing under the moonlight, all covered in red roses petals... (Excerpted from My confession, chapter… — Claudia Pavel Copy Share Image
“I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I'm sweep into darkness in my search for the light.” — Sherman Kennon Copy Share Image
“In my errant life I roamed To learn the secrets of women and men, Of gods and dreams. I've known all the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We are all a little broken, looking for something whole to hang on to. But sometimes, what seems whole is even more… — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
“I beg you, help me, in angelic charity, Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“I touched curiosity, I kissed sin, I felt regret, And I was forgiven. But life won't let me forget.” — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
“When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“He was the hunter of my soul, lying in wait - silently and motionless. Coaxing me out of hiding, Enticing me with… — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
“The world of light and starry grace; within your mind I live to trace. Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory, lightening my… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“Each form is inadequate, like a graft to be rejected by its intractable and unrelenting host and thus can only serve a… — Ashim Shanker Copy Share Image
Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Don’t I remember those rustic evenings, now buried under a thick shawl of futile memories when you and I, walked and talked… — Abhijit Sarmah Copy Share Image
“¿De qué sirve presumir, rosal, de buen parecer, si aun no acabas de nacer cuando empiezas a morir?” — Francisco de Quevedo Copy Share Image
“But he goes all quiet. His ghost eyes roll / up in his head, white-on-white-on-white, / and he runs his shaking hands… — Holly Walrath Copy Share Image
“my dear, I have nothing to say. my heart burns like the evening sky.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“Scatter as a prayer escaping my lips... as orchids blooming in clouds.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“...feel the fierce way desire tourniquets itself around you and clings Clubland South of Market tweak- chic trannies powder their noses from… — Clint Catalyst Copy Share Image
