“She bid him farewell, And scrutinized his silhouette, That slowly faded in the shadows. She whispered, "Au-revoir" To the nocturnal mist.” — Ruqayya Shaheed Khan Copy Share Image
“I used to be fine in my loneliness but something or someone snapped me out of it and showed me company. What… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.” — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“If freedom is free and none need worry, then what blood drops for thee?” — Ryan Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me” and you kept saying sorry so I stopped explaining for it never… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
I read a lot of prose poetry and get inspired by more-so just a state of mind. — William Beckett Copy Share Image
“I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka's hat. It was… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“The Grim Reaper isn't grim at all; he's a life-saver. He isn't grim because he isn't anything. . . . he is… — Jack Kerouac Atop an Underwood Early Stories and Other Writings Copy Share Image
“The difference between superlative pie and a wish for cake is crust. Understand that pie is a generous but self-centered substance. It… — Kate Lebo Copy Share Image
Around everything that is perfected, the unfinished ascends and intensifies. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“YEN What happens if you take a cup? Put it to your lips. A cup of desire. Of dazzling colour. Of intoxicating… — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
“You big ugly. You too empty. You desert with your nothing nothing nothing. You scorched suntanned. Old too quickly. Acres of suburbs… — Ania Walwicz Copy Share Image
“A poet is a blind optimist. The world is against him for many reasons. But the poet persists. He believes that he… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“I hope reading my vulnerable thoughts will help you move forward with your journey. A new start. My darling, just let it… — Angela Colleen Prendergast Copy Share Image
