Prose Quotes - Page 2

Pour Into My Spirit...spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes...

Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?...

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield

it is hard not to count the hoursi have left with you.it is hard to be here now--knowing everything between uswill come to an end.

they told her, “fear the reaper."she laughed to herself and muttered, 'baby, death ain’t nothing’ more than a quick fuck. a little bit of silence after he comes.

some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.

I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.

I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed out my words. I want to get all fucked up and write raw and ugly about all these things I see and am and could be.