Life

Life

breathe in experience breathe out poetry

breathe in experience breathe out poetry

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life is unbearable pain.

Life is unbearable pain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed.

I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Emotion is the poetry of life.

Emotion is the poetry of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is nothing if it exists only in books. One has to find it in one's own life.

Poetry is nothing if it exists only in books. One has to find it in one's own life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.

I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hate flows from a broken spirit.

Hate flows from a broken spirit.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Had we but world enough, and time...

Had we but world enough, and time...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I many times thought peace had come,When peace was far away;As wrecked men deem they sight the landAt centre of the sea,And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I,How many the fictitious shoresBefore the harbor lie.

I many times thought peace had come,When peace was far away;As wrecked men deem they sight the landAt centre of the sea,And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I,How many the fictitious shoresBefore the harbor lie.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Song of MyselfI have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Song of MyselfI have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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