poetry

poetry

You can make a difference in another person's life and not realize it, just by giving them One Moment of your time, One Memory to recall, One Motion that tells them they are not alone! OM!

You can make a difference in another person's life and not realize it, just by giving them One Moment of your time, One Memory to recall, One Motion that tells them they are not alone! OM!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking

All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampireSo very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cutHe took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores.

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampireSo very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cutHe took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Every poet... finds himself born in the midst of prose. He has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

Every poet... finds himself born in the midst of prose. He has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

. . . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.

. . . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.

For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.

My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.

Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.

I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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