“If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.”

I thought I had time until I realized the time had me.

I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.

You said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

In his eyes she was both poetry and prose.

Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

Poetry is dangerous.

Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.

Sentimental poetry differs from naive poetry in that it relates the real state at which the latter stops to ideas and applies ideas to that reality.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.