Poetic Fiction Quotes

Poetic Fiction Quote of the day

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.

Leave me alone, Do me a favor, abandon me, I want to think about, You me and the idea of forever.

It's better to have nothing, ' the children were saying.

The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean.

This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.