Each day was filled with life's unexpected twists and turns.
Emotions rattled on the inside, and a conflicted mind was either sour or soaring.
Life was clinging to the bones at the end of the day.

When death became absurd, life became a farce.

You gave up your heart when I didn't demand it. For me, that was a meek surrender. Love is about taking risks, not about giving up.

He wove his poems using the notes produced by his heart. The song of his heart was heard by everyone who read his poems.

His windswept look clearly conveyed the magnitude of his battle with his own inner nature, though it was not obvious to him.

When poetry is able to produce a distinct earthly fragrance that is tailored to each reader, it will achieve uniqueness.

A face that never changes
it's countenance even when
the mind is overflowing with
emotions is a blessing indeed