I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.
Francesca Lia BlockThe wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.
Francesca Lia BlockThink of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
Francesca Lia BlockLove can transform us. It can be a healing force or a disaster, a tidal wave, a tornado. It can burn and scar us or heal our scars. It can be the ghost that haunts us, or the best friend who reads our every thought. Love may arrive like an angel of mercy, a fairy with raven wings or a hairy beast that will tear us apart limb from limb, kill and savor us down to the bones.
Francesca Lia BlockPulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.
Francesca Lia Blockthe rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didnโt mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. theyโll sprout out of my chest. i promise you theyโll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. iโll be in their faces. iโll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. iโll be inside the one who holds you. and then i wonโt be.
Francesca Lia Block