Fine wine & long words soak my tongue in poetry

The Ghost I Made

“Sometimes, some things must fall apart in order for them to fall back together.”

“Let us cuddle up, you and I, when the night is spread out against the sky, and read stories of restless people who always end up alone and hate being alone because it’s always themselves they can’t stand being alone with…”

“The sky looks of angry ocean this morning and I relate to it in the only way I know how; we are both restless, both reining back violence in our voices. It is too early to feel so vicious. I take a long sip of my coffee and sigh. If the Earth cries later I might just join in.”

“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness.”

“Sit in your favorite chair. If you do not have a favorite chair, why not? Of course, the best thing of all is to lie on the floor with a friend, the both of you laughing over/within an inside joke. Write a poem that feels like sitting in your favorite chair, then sliding to the floor with a bellyful of laughter, because a friend has just said, ‘Acorn!’ Or something.”

“The best part of having superpowers is that most of the time other people do not even know that you have them.”

“give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop, I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.”

“Our current mental-hygiene philosophy stresses the idea that people ought to be happy, that unhappiness is a symptom of maladjustment. Such a value system might be responsible for the fact that the burden of unavoidable unhappiness is increased by unhappiness about being unhappy.”