I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
GEMMA IVERSENSomedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.
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With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.
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I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.
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I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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