Quotes Tagged With :prose

i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.

you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way....

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

...unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling....

Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand....

I took him to the river and said “let’s watch something drown,” So he took a stoneand I took my....

She could smell damprot, high, sweet, and cloying. She could smell madness like dead vegetables in a....

The great error consists in supposing that poetry is an unnatural form of language. We should all like....

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

Poems, even when narrative, do not resemble stories. All stories are about battles, of one kind or another,....