Open your eyes. Let life in and welcome experience.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Open your eyes. Let life in and welcome experience.

Living is so uncertain and hard but I feel there is so much more purpose instead of a future so black. I want to never be afraid.

The great puzzle lay in the difficulty of a civil and sensible reply to the ignominious and abrupt dismissal of the heart.

Every breath we draw, every instant of life must be called into existence from love.

How can he leave her? Women: he seemed to run from them - was he to blame, he like most men, believe loving a woman eternally isn't compatable and already it is tomorrow.

Tomorrow the prince turns into a warted toad, I know this well enough.

Nobody thinks about human life, that we kill people with secrets. There is no horror, that is the appalling thing. The emotional reaction over it will be infinitely bored, casual, and complacent.

My love spoke softly but with passion, and longing.

The lonely life of a poet is the primary source of poems on lost love.

With her impulses, I think she is as blindingly destructive as a rejected lover.
