Tell me what's the difference

Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?

Even a painful longing is some form of presence.

My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown.

I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.

I returned to confirm there can be no return.

I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.

Dear God, ’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.

I don't share blame. I don't share credit. And I don't share desserts.

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

Things will go wrong or end up differently than you had imagined, and that's OK. Life isn't about being perfect. It's about being the best you can possibly be and finding the good in everything.

Nothing short of God can satisfy your soul.

The effects of Twitter and Facebook and all those things on people's psychologies is a really interesting question to which nobody knows the answer.

Only dreams give birth to change.

If anybody needs anything else at their tables, just speak slowly and clearly into your table numbers. Someone from the NSA will be right over with a cocktail.

I can't wait to die so I can be a skeleton and play my chest like a xylophone.