Poetry and quote image archive.

tires smashing, breeze transcending pavement rings a tune a black colored nature the way life feels of hatred to jazz to our song or feel of death snow fills, the cold feels mountains in the distance remind me of you th…

we twirl to our bridges dancing to a beat with a loss of rhythm tango or fall, i grasp his feet he grooves along, my rib cage curls no stranger to a feign no stranger to a troll in peace he sways with the wind, i go wit…

i wrote you ten thousand times whispers in the air shadows of the veil to feel your veins against my skin the vain of your being the soft sultry i once knew to feel your hues the neutrals of us i wade you in black to se…

The second they make you feel ugly is the moment you should leave.

to sit on a stoop in a dangerous daze where everything feels avant-garde days at oakhurst where we fought in circles to avoid a world of a million candles with running wicks and endless wax stuck in a void of black betw…

My deepest weren’t my most private. The ones that sat on the surface, but were too scared to be talked of – those were my most private.

Sadness sometimes becomes you and it isn’t beautiful. But eventually, you move through it. We take different levels, different strides, as we all live separate lives. Appreciate the sadness. Love the sadness, but love i…

from the eyes of my seas desire we fought to be quakes at the palm of my hands i grasp his neck to feel his beat a pulse detonating felt the tips, how they pulled in the night i seem to twirl around the idea of forever …

I fell in love with touch. We break up, we leave, we die, but the one thing we no longer have is the ability to touch. We love, we lust, we cry, we hurt, we feel emotion, but can no longer caress our fingers against som…

i quiver to your beat hands which seem lovely to tango or to fall a puzzle you called god i never said love when i hadn’t i never lied when i should’ve it was your hands it was your grasp it was the pull i gave you my w…