Quotes by : A.P. Sweet

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

Leave me to die a lonely death. An artist’s death. A writer’s playground. A painter’s background.....

Sometimes at night when the moon is almost full and my hands go numb from writing, I cleanse myself of....

I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky....

And if I consume another mortal’s flesh, will I like god before me, shit a million stars upon the naked,....

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest....

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story....

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?