Prose Quotes
...unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet...(from silent moments)
Pour Into My Spirit...spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes...
MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh...
Nothingness...there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed...
Never try to outgrow the people who were helping you walk, when you could not even walk.
You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my head, I walk bowed under the weight of you.
She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose.
I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.
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.
Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...
It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.
Three boys. Three deaths. One school. We've made the national news. Is out school cursed? Are we a reckless bunch of fools? The media asks questions no one can answer. Kids can't stop crying.
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.
Dave was a confirmed serotonin junkie. Any day of the year, he chose a good book, a hot cupper, and air-conditioning over jeopardy to life and limb.
Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat
I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.
… 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.
...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...
The two events were probably unrelated, but both jolted Dave the way a sudden air pocket reminds nervous passengers that they’re soaring above the clouds in a pressurized metal tube.
I seek the city because there is nothing sweeter than not being alone in your loneliness.
Saturated Arrogance...imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me...
Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.
Saturated Arrogance...she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..
When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters, I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.
...flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin ...(the frightful plight tale)
Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?...
Do You Believe...on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife...
Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...
The Bane...where coxswain's dirtand seaman's shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest...
Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust...
Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.
Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE
And after that, I watched our house collapse in on itself and I spent some time lying in the rubble. Then I vanished completely. I wasn't here at all. Then you phoned.
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.
I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone.
...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.
Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.
When the people are not enlightened enough to exercise intelligent control, you take it from them, not to command their lives, but to create a safe depository for the ultimate powers.
I’m fighting my way into existence, and I will keep doing so until the end of time.
Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry from divine source. AA
I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.
Maybe I live in the gates that lead to outbound international flights. Maybe that is home.And do I feel more comfortable at the departures or at the arrivals?
I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.