Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

“It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold d…”

“Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.”

“I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it lea…”

“What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dea…”