“I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.”

I knew you’d decide to be all right again.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World

Рow can we be, even if it is the last day on earth? It’s like Christmas Eve. “Okay, it’s going to be Christmas.

It is okay to feel sad even at Christmas time.

My beer drunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeers, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.