Popularity is not an indication of quality.
Anger is a wound gone mad.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.
Self worship is different from self love.
Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.
Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.