Unpublished Quotes

“In the struggle between yourself
and the world, second the world.

(Im Kampf zwischen Dir
und der Welt, sekundiere der Welt)”
― Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

“Don't die with the music on your tongue unsung!
Don't die with the apps in your mind undesigned!
Don't die with the books in your head unpublished!
Don't die with the sermons in your heart unpreached!
Live well and die well!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Michelangelo | Beethoven | Shakespeare: 15 Things Common to Great Achievers

“An unpublished writer should doubt themselves. They should constantly wonder whether what they’re creating has merit. And then, having doubted, they should take up their pen and see if they can’t make it better.”
― Johnny Rich

“PABLO,
The reason that I love thee
remains strange & blurry
Do I love thee for thy creativity?
For the songs thou has written so carefully?
Do I love thee for thy strangeness & mystery?
Each layer of thy persona is a cure to my melancholy
Allow me to worship thy beauty from afar
My fated heartache...my unreachable star.

Letters To Pablo (forever unpublished)”
― Miss Rainbow Moonfire

“An Introduction to Poetry Readings"

Preaching to the converted, the tormented and perverted
Introspective melancholics, axe-grinding alcoholics
Welcome to a night of wine and words!
Who's that in the corner? What a beret! What panache!
He's erudite and horny and he's high on cheap grenache
Fruity and mellifluous, he thinks he is mischievous
He's just a prick and devious, you'd better watch your back
For the arts are very crafty, then the room turns blank and drafty
And there's agonizing boredom still to come
Direct from minds like hovels, poems twice the length of novels
You may never see your family alive again
God is dead and who can blame him? When there's nights like this to shame him
If I was him I'd rise and just strike back
But the evening's just begun, and there's two hours yet to come
So please, "Put your hands together for the first poet for this evening!”
― Nasty Nigel Lawrence

“I feel the darkness seeping into me slowly, as if seeing if it likes it's new snack. I can only assume that I''m delicious to the darkness, because it takes over me. But I split second before it does, I realize what this is: it's my kiss of darkness.”
― Violet Turner

“God knows, but that boy is so lazy, if there was work in the bed, he'd sleep on the floor...”
― Faith Hogan