Poetry and quote image archive.

i weigh on edges, to be broken before him we dance in chances, to be one with them and i’m skipping from oasis to chaos to ecstasy like fish in trapped vases can you taste it? how it feels to be with them i lie like a t…

Your skin was poetry to me. To understand it was depth, to feel it was a heaviness. You can feel in love or fall in love, one day you will understand the difference.

The house was burning. The kitchen was on fire. All I smelled were the coffee beans from Tuesday morning. You stand between the thought of staying and leaving because toxicity is a dangerous electricity.

i lie in twists between the thorns of this we’re dancing in echoes pretending we’re in this and i’m lying here wondering if i’m astray or near if we will ever be ever clear we stand before lines broken by divide i’m dan…

A fraction of a moment could mean anything — death, love, success. You find meaning in moments as the next moment is not yet found. When it’s found, it could be everything or nothing at all.

Becoming older doesn’t sadden me. The never ending length between a memory does.

i beg in rotation to remember without question how it felt before you we stand at edge screaming from our lost haven do you feel it? i was dancing in the garden wondering if i had lost it the psychosis burns flames thri…

We move in moments, yet the moment doesn’t move. We move in the moment and that moment pauses. We reflect in years to come. The scent, the touch, the taste, the feeling that moment brought. That is nostalgia building, a…

i lie in depth to touch you with every step we take force to forward to deepen, to strengthen, to further we make moments in memories dancing with rosemary i take you to take i your mind against mine and we’re twirling …

When I stand before myself in death, I want to look at myself only and know I fell in love with every detail I possibly could.