how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.

I sat and reflected on the situation I had facedI needed answers to the questions I still, didnt have the courage to ask...But I need to know,How was this to be apart of my destiny?

... and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow;Its brilliance nearly blinds me.

Poetry's not a thing of pretty round phrases or noisy invocations. It's life itself, with the tang of the raw world in it - not a sweetmeat for middle-class women in parlours.

You can't restore anything you've previously done, but you can face up to it. You can enlighten the reality. You can entreat forgiveness. And then let God decide and do the rest.

That’s what life holds for you. You make plans, carefully plots whole road-map; but you never know when a vehicle comes at you full throttle from the next bend and knocks you down.

The best way is to accept the reality for what you have rather than to run after or curse the reality for what you don't have.... Respect, love and care those who are with you !!!!!!!

You should base everything on what you see with your own eyes, hear with your own ears and feel with your own heart. Period. Always believe what you KNOW about a person, not what you HEAR.

Where your hard work is Pre-Determined, Your Goals are Very Determined, Results are Undetermined and your Enjoyment is Post-Determined”. Is the Way which lead you to Height of Success.

I name you today, heart fears. I am small, but you are smaller. You will not stop me. You have a voice, fears, and I must listen, but then I will open my heart. I will love you right to death.

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else...

They say if you're a better person today than you were yesterday you're well on the road to perfection. So I figure if I'm a real snot today, tomorrow I should make huge progress.

Each poem holds the voice of a moment.Held within, they are contained, damned to silence; released, they fly into the world to find a new heart and a new home within, where they will speak again.

Treece quite seriously divided the world into writers, who led life as a conscious effort, and people, and people who didn't; sometimes he preferred writers and sometimes he preferred people.