I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KENI can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
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There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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