Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he’s not a good person, yet my body doesn’t seem to give a shit at all.

…There are also those who inadvertently grant power to another man’s words by continuously trying to spite him. If a man gets to the point where he can simply say, ‘The sky is blue,’ and...

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)

…in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light…

You are gone! Sky looks dark, ground looks dirty and I feel lost.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves...

I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

You can’t put your feet on the ground until you’ve touched the sky.

On some days in prison you might just need to get out of there, but on some days – not all days, but some – you might be able to see the sky and see...

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but...

Wander with intentinto a garden glorious.Walk with double briskupon edenic paths.Flee the cursing fearthat lights upon your eye.Seize the twisted dreamthat strangles earth and sky.

You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.

It’s a shiny tin can of a day, bright but gray. Welcome to one of Florida’s two overcast days per year. A Florida winter can last a brutally long 48 hours, and in that time...

Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky,the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.

It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.

He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees...

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I feel for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I...

At night the sky is pure astronomy.

Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.

The sky is not my limit…I am.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.He closed his eyes. (“Hunger”)

I saw you in bed with my boyfriend last night. I really don’t appreciate you getting massage oil on my cucumbers. Whore.” I laugh and it feels odd, laughing out loud at my own thoughts....

Write and create a blue sky Forever with joy where I can fly.

When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea...

If you always look at the sky, you miss the good things on the ground; if you always look at the ground, you miss the good things in the sky!

You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I’m gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.

I think humans are only capable of small moments of honesty. Then they get tired and back away. It’s something to foster, this ability to keep it for longer. How to keep being honest and...

There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.

Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.

You never get tired of looking at the stars

Your name. That’s all I want.” I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn’t going to help him in his stalking endeavours.

The sky is a canvas, so paint your own life.

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

It was grey windless weather, and the bell of the little old church that nestled in the hollow of the Sussex down sounded near and domestic. We were a straggling procession in the mild damp...

Those shiny eyes like the stars in the sky; but black and brown, And those beautiful lips like the flowers but sugary And those kind smells, lovable but with no purpose All meant to be...

If idiots could fly, the sky would be like an airport.

The sky is where time and magic become one.

My mouth opened.It happened.Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices...

If you take one rivet out of an airplane, it will be all right, it’ll keep flying. You take another rivet out of the airplane and it still flies. So what the heck, let’s take...

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the...

…early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

But with what wonder has the season come?Its treasure lies in earthen ships,that carry dreams across the foam.And how your memory of Sarah rapesthe fleshly heart that once bore scenes,now veiled in smoky stains of...

Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?

Don’t give up; try again. Be still and work it out till your good becomes the best! Dream high above the sky!

My expectations are sky low, because I’m standing on a mountaintop.

Blue skies, 77 degrees, and palm trees—I’m living the dream. Still, I could go for a nap, or a cup of coffee as large as my bathtub.

My experiences remind me that it’s those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.

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...