Quotes I've Fallen in Love with

Poetry

"The empty hearts
Weigh the most."
- B. Damani, six word poem

"She's intimidating and brooding
And she scares people away, because
She's not made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
But rather fire and lightning and everything frightening.

People see the smoldering flames
In the raging winds
And they think that she is strong.
And they think that she's powerful.
But really, she just tends to burn herself down." - beautifullyentangled.tumblr.com (via wnq-writers.tumblr.com)

"There's a battle in my head
And I don't know how to stop it.
My skin is bleeding red
My mind and heart is on a split.
I'm starting to hear whispers
I'm trying to feel numb
I'm trying to hide my whispers I don't want to look so dumb.

Tears are falling,
They never seem to run out.
I keep on sobbing,
But no one can hear me shout.

I'm trying to fight the pain, and all the doubts and insecurities.
I know I have nothing to gain, from all these impurities.

But there's a battle in my head
And all I feel is agony
And if it doesn't stop, I dread
That i will be the casualty." - Battle in My Head, a.n.

"I speak for no one but myself
When I say that I want to be near you
No ulterior motive,
I crave proximity
Head on shoulder
Hand in hand
No longer a platonic love
We have realized that
The sun and the moon
Are you and I;
We cannot touch
In fear of catastrophe
So here I stand,
Loving from afar
The distance has been
Intoxicating." - soquintessential.tumblr.com

"Words
Keep
Falling
Out
Of
My
Mouth.
They taste like blood, they stain the ground.
Storms keep raging inside my heart.
They crush my soul
Leaving nothing behind but the
Wreckage of who I once was." - Minuna S.

"Hey, you're not dead, your
doing good, damn good again,
what is all this talk about tossing it
in?

what you were doing while you
were feeling sick enough
to die,
what you were really doing was just re-
charging your
batteries.

now let everybody get
out of the way,
you're thundering
down the track again
like a locomotive
hauling 90 thousand unwritten poems
and they're all
yours
and your pounding along
the rails
sometimes through dark tunnels
but then roaring out again
into the
light!

who the hell said that
you no longer had it in
you?

it was you who said that.

the engineer

who is now
feeling a fresh surge of
hope and
power
and who is
grinning madly at the
thought of this
wonderful
new
day."
- Charles Buckowski, out of the sick room and into the white blazing sun