In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing.

If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.

Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit.These are the things all the great philosophersjust won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathingAnd you keep writing-creating because that’s what you...

It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle – poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write. But deeper into each and every piece, you no longer hesitate to call it...

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things.

I was born with my eyes turned inward.

How beautiful is the experience of dance. It can melt the grief of a heart with its steps of solace.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

The most magical thing I have come across is a beautiful face with a beautiful heart and it’s you❤ ❤

Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.

In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.

This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life.

I want to be a poet and have a chance to explore that and let people know what’s really on my mind.

Any hand can condem, but it takes a helping hand to build.

Hazel blue anemone in a little SeaSide cave…drawing currents from the sea turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his...

The reason is that they utter these words of theirs not by virtue of a skill, but by a divine power – otherwise, if they knew how to speak well on one topic thanks to...

The poet produces the beautiful by fixing his attention on something real.

The poet is rather one who inspires than one inspired.

World seems like a void of silence every time footsteps are deprived of dancing shoes.

our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness

Mechanics is a means or discipline for the realization of life, but not life itself. It ought to carry us to life itself.

You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must...

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They...

Is a picture really worth a thousand words? What thousand words? A thousand words from a lunatic, or a thousand words from Nietzsche? Actually, Nietzsche was a lunatic, but you see my point. What about...

If I woke up one morning and realized that all I ever was going to be was a business man, I’d probably die. All my dreams would be shattered. Early in life I had many...

i bring my kiasu friend to the airportleavings are never easy, not for longand though we both saw blur along the waymemories flooded present tensions.in the curry of his life no lemak remainedso now the...

Tonight, I won’t dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I’m drunk with love, my arms are empty.

She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.

I thought, ‘There are a lot of poets who have the courage to look into the abyss, but there are very few who have the courage to look happiness in the face and write about...

One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.

To write a poem you must have a streak of arrogance– not in real life I hope. In real life try to be nice. It will save you a hell of a lot of trouble...

Spirit of a dancer ages like whiskey for it experiences in each dancing act lifetimes of freedom.

After all, what is art? Art is the creative process and it goes through all fields. Einstein’s theory of relativity – now that is a work of art! Einstein was more of an artist in...

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction

Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.

England has her Stratford, Scotland has her Alloway, and America, too, has her Dresden. For there, on August 11, 1833, was born the greatest and noblest of the Western World; an immense personality, — unique,...

I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.

How—I didn’t know anyword for it—how “unlikely”. . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn’t?

Only when you see the flower for what it is, you can see it’s true beauty

This one is for our crew, but it’s also for all the weird girls and word nerds, for all the in-the-middle wickeds and queers and misfits and hell-raisers.

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and...

It is clear enough that not every something can be elevated to the rank of a thing – otherwise everything and everyone would be speaking once more, and the chatter would spread from humans to...

Seré una de las pocas poetisas en el mundo completamente feliz de ser mujer, no una de esas amargadas y frustradas, retorcidas imitadoras de hombres, que en su mayoría acaban destrozadas

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

For poets the wages of sin are poverty.

fuck the bullshit let’s get famous❤ ❤ –

Dear Gris, if there’s one thing I can’t abide it’s a bad poet.

Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.

I think Wordsworth was as surprised to see me as I was him. It can’t be usual to go to your favorite memory only to find someone already there, admiring the view ahead of you.