Kyla

“The dead do not need
aspirin or
sorrow,
I suppose.
but they might need
rain.
not shoes
but a place to
walk.
not cigarettes,
they tell us,
but a place to
burn.
or we're told:
space and a place to
fly
might be the
same.
the dead don't need
me.
nor do the
living.
but the dead might need
each
other.
in fact, the dead might need
everything we
need
and
we need so much
if we only knew
what it
was.
it is
probably
everything
and we will all
probably die
trying to get
it
or die
because we
don't get
it.
I hope
you will understand
when I am dead
I got
as much
as
possible.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966

“Maybe that was how I found comfort just then, even with him being so far away. By remembering the flavor of his words.”
― Clare Vanderpool, Moon Over Manifest

“A Love Unspoken

What of a love unspoken? Is it weaker without a name?
Does this love deserve 2 exist without a title
because I dare not share its name
Does that make me cruel and cold
2 deny the world of my salvation
because I chose 2 let it grow
people tend 2 choke
that which they do not understand
Why shouldn't I be weary
and withold this love from MAN
What of a love unspoken
no one ever knows
But this is a love that lasts
and in secrecy it grows”
― Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew From Concrete

“She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.”
― Lois Lowry, A Summer to Die