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 KENThere’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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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Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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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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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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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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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 held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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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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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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I 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.
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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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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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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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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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