When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.
DANIELA SENICKIn the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.
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Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
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Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
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The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.
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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.
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True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.
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Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.
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LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.
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