Amateurs… They’re like of a pack of clay pigeons to the shotgun they call poetic justice.

Martin Reed

Mots clés poetic reflective



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You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that's where you preferred to be...

Jaeda DeWalt

Mots clés love romantic poetic romance soul melancholy relationships



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Shake those stars from your hair, pretty Moonchild. It's time to dance with the noonday sun!

Jaeda DeWalt

Mots clés inspirational romantic poetic sun stars beautiful moonchild moon-child



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There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.

Katherine Larson

Mots clés life poetic days-that-walk-through-me



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I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .

H.P. Lovecraft

Mots clés poetic death madness stars infinity shadows daemons



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Markings in dry clay disappear
Only when the clay is soft again.
Scars upon the self disappear
Only when one becomes soft within.

Ming-Dao Deng

Mots clés life poetic self scars



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Sometimes I muse about how wonderful it would be if I could string all my dreams together into one continuous life, a life consisting of entire days full of imaginary companions and created people.

Fernando Pessoa

Mots clés life inspirational poetic dreams imaginary wondrous created-people



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One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.

Morris L. West

Mots clés life inspirational doubt poetic courage darkness risk knowing living-life-to-the-fullest



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Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi

Mots clés inspirational poetic soul shaping-our-own-destiny



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Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collected—for better and for worse, sometimes barely tolerated and sometimes arranged into lovely patterns.

Laurie A. Helgoe

Mots clés poetic solitude



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