Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
LANG LEAVSometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
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Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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