There always comes the day when children swallowthe key to the door of secrecy. They’ll not return it.

¿De qué sirve presumir,rosal, de buen parecer,si aun no acabas de nacercuando empiezas a morir?

IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.

It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

We wear many things,   but that with greatest import     is our expression.

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

To hear her name I truly yearn,My heart is crying out;The sense of love I wish to earn,Without a second doubt.

Must always try to be out thereGetting everything out thereTake what is inside yourselfAnd place it out there.

PoetTo mask the fiery thought,in simple words succeeds.For still the craft of genius is,To mask a king in weeds

The comedy of the wicked,Is the tragedy of the saint;But the saint’s comedy,Is the wicked’s remedy.

Aku harus pergi. Aku tak bisa terus-terusan berdiri disini. Hatiku sesak, pengap. Yang aku tahu aku harus pergi.

...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.