And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.
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This is not a tirade it's a prayer.
You don't give money to the bums On a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums Talking about you don't support a crack head? What you think happens to the money from your taxes? Shit the Government's an addict With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit And even if you ain't on the front…
There's always light if only we are brave enough to see it. If only we are brave enough to be it.
Remind yourself that you deserve to feel like someone is excited to be with you, that someone is excited to commit to you, and dive into something concrete and foundational with you.
All that poetry and all those songs... about something that lasts no time at all.
There is a light that will bathe you in love and laughter and rejoice in your celebration, whatever that looks like for you.
I have always been a huge believer in embracing one's uniqueness and finding ways to feel good in your own skin.
Is that Eric Garner worked for some time for the Parks and Rec. Horticultural Department, which means, perhaps, that with his very large hands, perhaps, in all likelihood, he put gently into the earth some plants which, most likely, some of them, in all likelihood, continue to grow, continue to do w…
The boy doesn't ask before he chokes me so I pretend to die while he's doing it.
The only things that seems to be certain are our fear and the fact that, after this moment, things will be forever changed.
Do you know what is so awful about these endless battles over rights? There's no room left for poetry.
— Paolo Sorrentino, Umberto Contarello, Stefano Bises, Cardinal Gutierrez, Javier Cámara, imdb.com
So Love ripped me apart, tore me to pieces, and still I stook like a fool with palms open, begging them for anything to prove they weren't done with me just yet.
I look up at the moon. I remember the night we did it together, and you made a joke that something I said caused all the craters. As if my words are powerful enough to cause cosmic indents. You say, 'You will be a Poet Laureate.' And I say, 'Do you even know what that is? Because no, no I will not.'…
The end came as silent as the leaves falling in autumn. There was no deciding moment; one day the leaves were falling then the next, the trees were bare. Our time has run out.
The kind of drivel that would get you kicked out of Year Five for not trying hard enough. But it was somehow connecting with people on a genuine level. What was going on?
Just say it, you always know the killer was a woman if she cleaned up after.
Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.
You can't let someone use you to ease their hunger.
Poetry is truth, and great poetry is raw, and real, and messy, and glorious, and ugly.