Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy Of God Quotes

Beautiful storms dressed in women's clothing.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

I live for the moments that won't die in my memory.

I write these words to touch you, My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me, AndTurn the lights off.

Remembering to live by forgetting all the places where I died.

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.

My silence is my self-defence.

The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

Everything I try to hide ends up screaming from a mountaintop.

Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.

You never needed wings to fly, You only needed love.

Let's be incomplete together.

Would you still read me when I become a blank page.

I keep running away, As if from something, As if to something. I keep running away, As if from myself, As if to myself.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.

You ask me to write you a poem, I pen you an empty ocean, You run away.You ask me who I am, I paint you a breaking sky, You weep in the rain.

2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.

We colour the world, Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.