The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart... Votes: 13
I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us. Votes: 10
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short. Votes: 9
...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears... Votes: 5
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory. Votes: 5
...when we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls... Votes: 4
...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been... Votes: 4
I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon. Votes: 4
Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed. Votes: 4
It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.. Votes: 3
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night. Votes: 3
...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths... Votes: 3
I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. Votes: 3
Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer. Votes: 3
We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves. Votes: 3
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... Votes: 2
I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists Votes: 2
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows... Votes: 0
...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ... Votes: 0
...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows... Votes: 0
...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ... Votes: 0
...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror... Votes: 0
...some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart... Votes: 0
...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands... Votes: 0
I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind... Votes: 0
...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know... Votes: 0
The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky... Votes: 0
I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath Votes: 0
If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone. Votes: 0
You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth. Votes: 0
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me... Votes: 0
...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable... Votes: 0
And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now. Votes: 0