Poetry and quote image archive.

Our dance was beautiful. The essence was incredible and the emotions were pure like nothing I have ever felt before.

I can give you everything, which includes all of me, but will it mean anything?

my knees are weak with pity as my savior clings with the sea he lies, he wakes, he used to hang from a beautiful tree the fruit of my eye, the sweet nectar in the sky i cry, i slip, i roll with it the subliminal leaves …

The saddest form of art is the one that speaks truth, dignity and an uneasy vulnerability.

My urge to understand someone else’s thought process. 

It’s often that I find myself scrolling through a random person’s social media and realizing I know all about them, but they know nothing of me, let alone my existence.

The ocean’s typically blue but in places it’s green and brown and unattractive. The metaphor of an ocean is meant for sadness, but sometimes it’s about your unattractive behavior and how you handled certain situations.

Ha! Thanks. When a traumatic event happens in my life I generally write a book based on the essence of the situation. My poetry is personal but for me it’s different. I can warp words, bend meanings and only I truly und…

Thanks! Honestly… I’m the worst with this. I have a few hundred drafts on here and a few thousand on my phone. I’ll write, write, write and just stop — when it stops flowing, I stop. I pick up later (there’s generally a…

the moist droplets of a warm serenity how i was warned by the bask, the dark of all his cracks the eve in the night, the recluse of sunlight use of fire and division to create diversions an image in the rough and eyes w…