Prose Poems Quotes

Prose Poems Quote of the day

love is my thighs, this belly, my eyes.love is my speech, the search, my cry.love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

keep following your heart.it won't always be easy, but it'll be the most important thing you'll do.

i am learning that when love wants to stay it will stay.i am learning that when love wants to go it will go.

everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--alone, waiting for the things that stay.

i let you love me.i let you take care of me.i let you do things to meno one was allowed to do before.

they say people only hear what they want to hear, but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.

i am not a jealous person, but when i am with you, the thought of someone elsepulling your attention away from mekills me a little insideeach time.

through the rose glass window in their beautiful new home, you stare at the love you gave away.

it is hard not to count the hoursi have left with you.it is hard to be here now--knowing everything between uswill come to an end.

i would've done anything to make you happy.i think you knew that.i think this is why you knew you had to let me go.

you'd take one look at me and whole pieces of the earth would break off and fall away finally leaving me alone with you.

i do not know how to live tepidly.i was never built to fit in.i live by my souland my soul is insane.

i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone. who could i love more than this peace?

woman-another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.

you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.

there's always been a little sadnessinside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.

..Breaking yet budding, dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage, reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.

i act harder than i am.i am softer than i look.

You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.

It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.

… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts, and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

If you believe it, it is.

oh, the heartbreakingly beautifultender weight of being human.

we get brave.we move.we believe.we keep going.

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.

every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.

i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

i know it all ends the same, but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.

you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.

i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.

i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.

i just want to be honest about my feelings without destroying everything.

and sadness clung to mebecause she did not knowhow to be alone.

i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone.who could i love more than this peace?

i am a womanand i am alone, and i cannot tellwhich one of the twoi love being more.

i am like the moon--sometimes, full.sometimes, black.sometimes, forever and ever alone.

woman--another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.

show me all the parts of youthat you do not loveso i know where to begin.

you need to be careful with me.i fall in loveand i fall in love forever.

i know it all ends the same, but i was interested in seeing how you would break my heart.

stay curious and stay the brave, strong, unrelenting soldier of love that you are.