I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KENI’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
More Odd Ken Quotes
-
-
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
ODD KEN -
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KEN -
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
ODD KEN -
I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
ODD KEN -
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.
ODD KEN -
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!
ODD KEN -
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KEN -
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KEN -
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
ODD KEN -
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
ODD KEN -
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
ODD KEN -
I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KEN -
Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
ODD KEN -
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
ODD KEN -
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
ODD KEN