Prose Quotes
The window of her sadness was so vast that it almost opened a path to her soul.
Remember, life is a bit tough most of the time.Also remember, if it was easy it would be boring.
Change for someone today and tomorrow you will hear them say, "You are not the same.
There is a reason life has put you in the current circumstances, Life will always test you, it will always try to make you stronger.Life only wants you to be better then you were yesterday.
The problem in this world is that we have poetry but insist on living in prose.
see the whole stretched out universe twinkles in its little hopelessness and the soul needs insignificance just like our little stars do.
you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of itand be free.
Pain is there when you are born, Its the very first thing you feel when you come in to the world.Then why run? Face it head on, cry in it, laugh in it because in the end pain is what you will remember.
In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go
The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy.
The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.
White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...
Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh...
Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...
Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield
Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...
The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...
The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish....
Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime...
PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...
Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine...
RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression...
Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...
Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today....
The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessing—everything else. No love ever deserves to end.
You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life?Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life.
I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.
... and you might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”and I will say“watch me”for I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.
An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.
Gratitude...here at home our faith dwindlespolitical division causes tensions to kindle -we should never forgetwho stands at the door -who shields us with armorand shall forever more...
Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass ...
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.
. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.
The Inner Self...What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!
... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules)
Lollypop...the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks...
Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.
Tender Ember...Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above...
One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.
If freedom is free and none need worry, then what blood drops for thee?