A.P. Sweet Quotes

I cry as the laughter inside me drowns
and descends
into the water
with the ghosts of our union.

Because without the lows, the highs would
seem pointless.

And I would give my
self to this light just to have my
brother and mother
by each
other's side. I would
swim back to the
ocean
and birth a creature
of acceptance; I would if it let me.
I would give it all away.

death is
the absence of love

I spread my fingers outward,
letting the knife tip of my
middle finger rip the sky as
it tares a rift in the moon.

Then, only then
would she realize that the life
that she created will extinguish with
nothing to offer but the sorrow that she
harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug
in our hearts.

I sense him smiling
and laughing and looking at me
with eyes of a thousand aborted children
coming back to rightfully
claim their life, to claim the earth.

embrace this moment and
taste my breath
to take you away from inevitable death

Sadness is a moment
in which the world took something
from you.
Depression is a lifetime
of torment
no matter what is said or done.

runaway my phantom bride
and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers
float away specter
and take the rest of my desire

A good student learns from his teacher.
A great student learns to teach himself.

We learn
that all life
is scarce yet abundant.
Profane yet
sacred.
Loving
yet hateful.
Enlightened
yet obscured.
Isolated yet
collective.
That life is
somehow derived from love.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and
walk the sand into a lake
of stars, while never looking back.

I'll search and I'll find her again
even if I have to swim in my own tears.

And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn't die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as living beings. Flesh will decay, ideas won't as long as you believe in them and someone believes in you.

I would give my heart to the religious so
that they may realize that god
hates us all.

nevermore will i lie in the wake of your ambivalence

Sometimes at night
when the moon is almost
full and my hands go
numb from writing, I cleanse
myself of her poisoned love.
I welcome the water, the
inevitability of
death and embrace
the long painful road out
of love.

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought,
I beat on the shores of her holy body,
I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness.
Rise onto me my precious sun.