These entries — originally written from ages 17 to 18 in my journals, for schoolwork, or for friends and family — were previously used as filler or honeypots for The Quote Garden and most have long since been retired from the site but I am keeping them archived for reference. Many were first posted under other
sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
the bees don’t invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and i’ve never seen a bird
take out nest owner’s insurance…
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If something is just plain red, how do you know that it isn’t actually red with red
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Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find
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Poetry is not always words.
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Present your family and friends with their eulogies now — they won’t be able to hear how much you love and appreciate them from
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The cigarette is a mortal passion.
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I love the subtle rustling quiet of a college library study.
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Poetry swallows the precarious boundary between
Poetry traces the serpentine boundaries of
Poetry sings wild of the dangersome boundary between
Poetry breaks through the guarded boundary between
Poetry walks the line — a bit unbalanced — between
Poetry crosses the ethereal border between s
Poetry word-tramples the fragile border between
Poetry treads silently from dreams of self to
Poetry seeps from the crack of self to the limitless world.
Poetry merges self with world. Poetry splits world
Poetry’s butterfly, Self, lands on the flowering World; together they
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I’m holding a teardrop for a friend
Until his heartache and misery end.
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Hot fudge is the fairy prince, a knight in chocolate armor — the happily ever after of
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Ice cream is happiness condensed,
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If ice cream is scooped but no one is there to eat it, does it still
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