Poetry Quote by Richard Siken — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.”

“You are a fever I am learning to live with.”

“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”

“There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.”

“What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.”

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”

“The master said”

“We were never supposed to be in love; for everything that exists inside a heart eventually dies.”

“Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.”

“A sky”

“I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend's trust of friend, imagination's self-confidence between rain and rainbow.”

“To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.”