SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.
IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.
There are things that are not sayable. That's why we have words.
I WISH YOU ALL THE REALITY YOU COULD EVER WANT. HANDLE. WANT.
YOU SAY "POET" LIKE THAT MEANS SOMETHING.
SPOILER ALERT: EVERYONE FALLS IN LOVE & DIES!
WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.
OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT'S CALLED "POETRY" - YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING'S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~
THE AMPUTATED HEART BEATS HARDER
POETRY HAS A PEPTIC PRESENCE. PRESENTLY.
DESPITE THE INVENTION OF TIME MACHINES, WE KEEP BEING LINEAR.
STUFF POETS STILL LIKE: POETRY
ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I'M A HORSE.
HER BARBED-WIRE SMILE LIFTED YOU TO HEAVEN BUT I HAVE TO ASK DID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE
YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE.
ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.
SO MANY PEOPLE, SO FEW POETS
We are metered only by our own machines, while the book is a clock that forgets her machanics.
