poetry

poetry

I got so strongly addicted to love that I may not be able to breath without it. I fall so fondly in love with poetry that I read it in my dreams often and even unknowingly.

I got so strongly addicted to love that I may not be able to breath without it. I fall so fondly in love with poetry that I read it in my dreams often and even unknowingly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry, romance, beauty, and love have no book value, but life has no value without them.

Poetry, romance, beauty, and love have no book value, but life has no value without them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

my strength should not threaten you.my strength is not a threat to your strength.you are strong.you are beautiful.you are lush.you are powerful.as you are.as i am.imagine the force we would be togetherif we lifted each other up.imagine the force we would be togetherif we didn't tear each other down.

my strength should not threaten you.my strength is not a threat to your strength.you are strong.you are beautiful.you are lush.you are powerful.as you are.as i am.imagine the force we would be togetherif we lifted each other up.imagine the force we would be togetherif we didn't tear each other down.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The poem is like a monster, against which the critic does battle. There is only one way to conquer the monster: you must eat it, bones, blood, skin, pelt, and gristle. And even then the monster is not dead, for it lives in you, is assimilated into you, and you are different and somewhat monstrous yourself for having eaten it.

The poem is like a monster, against which the critic does battle. There is only one way to conquer the monster: you must eat it, bones, blood, skin, pelt, and gristle. And even then the monster is not dead, for it lives in you, is assimilated into you, and you are different and somewhat monstrous yourself for having eaten it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.

The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.

Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you

stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.

Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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