I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, it is poison.
Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.
The man is in his work,read it if you want to know about him.
Pay attention, and use your imagination.
The life we’re given is on a thread, so wear it well.
I was born with my eyes turned inward.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
A poem without metaphor is a gelding; useless to nightmares.
Cheapen words and they’ll cheapen you
Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?
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