I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

But even Superman can be broken. Self-destruction, too, is a kind of kryptonite.

How can love's spaciousnessbe conveyed in the narrowconfines of one syllable?

Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

How....will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

I'd rather be thin than famousbut I'm fatpaste that in your broadway show

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace

Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins."From "Word Quake