H Raven Rose > Quotes

“She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.”
― H Raven Rose, Shadow Selves

“This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.”
― H Raven Rose, Shadow Selves

“Be in your own skin, as an act of self-loving.”
― H Raven Rose, Shadow Selves

“I am a black bird, a Raven, I am Raven. I know and I am knowing—I know and see life and death, expansion and contraction and I do not shiver and cry—I am unafraid.

I am Raven. I am black as liquid night with wings and my eyes are stars to see by.

The light within me leads the way and it is revealed through my eyes and I am what lies between the dark and light.

I am the balance between.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“The full moon cast an eerie glow through thick ancient dark woods. In the shadows around a tree, the serial killer ran his knife lovingly over Chelsea’s trussed dead body. She lay, as if posed for a photo, wearing only bloody pink underpants.”
― H Raven Rose, Dark Eros

“Writing isn't difficult. Writing well is difficult. What is most difficult is being with the interior experience that manifests as resistance to writing.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“I write because I am a writer, not because I want to get anything out of it.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture those experiences. Like vivid, rainbow metallic skin cells on the wings of a fragile butterfly, it is how you touch and reveal those inner parts of yourself, without damaging the psyche, that determines whether the beauty is experienced and expressed and shared with others or, in fact, becomes the death of the self and Soul and psyche. I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in itself is transformative for me.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture those experiences.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“I am in the night of the stars.

The moon is new and I see my way by focusing on the light given off by the Souls of the trees. The night air is thick and dark and sweet, like blueberries. It enters my nose and throat and ears to fill me up with its night magic.

My ancestors are with me. They are in me. I can hear them. I felt them all day. My great grandmother, Lily Rose, came first. They will guide me with voices that flicker like lightening bugs, orange, hot, liquid glow in the moment.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“It is poetic and lyrical; words that spill forth like cool waters into the dusty dry rock bed of the Soul desiring love. It has been said that I’ve lived in the desert all my life and do not know what it means to be wet.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“The writing in itself is transformative for me.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in itself is transformative for me.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“I am a single note, a tone that peals in the wind. I am in the magic of the moment and then he returns, flowing toward me around the thick immense bark of the Sequoia.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake up. She woke up, burning as if she had a fever, nearly soaking wet with sweat. Kevin was asleep beside her.”
― H Raven Rose, Dark Eros

“Life

luscious wet life bereft of

death, loss of empty shell

minus absent of nothing

exploding star cell

amoeba sweet algae

oxygen,

hydrogen flowering

in the vacuum of

space and magnetic motion.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose

“Samantha reminds me of the difference between what is illusion and what is real. I am reminded whenever I forget that we choose our truth and whether to embrace it or not.”
― H Raven Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose