We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.
Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.