Category: literature

I used to love September, but now it just rhym…

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

Yeah – Sure I remember Matter of fact it was j…

Yeah – Sure I remember
Matter of fact it was just last September
She still calls it the fall to remember

In his or her own way, everyone I saw before m…

In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn’t tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

We know that in September, we will wander thro…

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.

for all I can really do is stand here in Septe…

for all I can really do is
stand here
in September’s rain
savoring…
soaking it all in
slipping..
and simply
holding on to poetry
for dear life.

It takes courage to stay delicate in a world …

It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel.

Thats not a bad word, hate and war are bad wor…

Thats not a bad word, hate and war are bad words, f*ck isnt.

It’s so strange how life works: You want somet…

It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite…

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to f*ck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.

As you simplify your life, the laws of the uni…

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.