Top 32 Christopher Poindexter Quotes
#1. she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.
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#2. Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am
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#3. It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
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#5. I can love things just by watching her love them. That is how I know, that I love her.
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#6. My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves
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#7. i still have
the scarlet scarf
you gave me.
it smells of your
wild freedom.
if only we
could
feel what
we remember
and not just
remember
what we
felt.
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#8. She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.
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#11. She was strange and beautiful and those were human qualities that I had never seen Weaved together before. She became terrifying to me, not because I feared who she was, but for the sake of love, I feared what she could do to me.
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#13. the gate around
heaven was
crowded when we
arrived together.
you looked at me
and giggled
and with whiskey on
your rose breath
you led me to some
place higher.
i always knew you were
beyond them.
i just wasn't sure
how far.
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#14. i am something new"
you must tell yourself.
"i am the beginning and
end
of a story that will
never be liver again.
i am new earth and
new air and
new words.
i am as fresh as
birth.
i am significant.
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#15. so i will say this-
give me your suffering
and i swear it will be carried
even if that means the death
of sorrow inside you
and the birth of sorrow
inside me.
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#16. She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.
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#17. it was you and i that night
by the sea,
two bottles of wine and
a bowl deep,
we kissed and made love
as the moon and waves
talked business.
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#18. Never ever go by the book. They will want you to, but you musn't. If the lust is too strong, tear one page from a hundred books and make your own way. There is no formula for life, no equation on how to be a human being.
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#19. Not only did
I love her,
but I could tell
the universe loved
her, too.
More than others.
She was different.
After all; I would
be a fool not to
notice the way the
sunshine played with
her hair.
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#20. through all the
weariness
and depression
and troubled sighs
at the end of the
wailing day
it was enough
to remove my clothing
crawl into bed
and kiss her
in places the
sun never
touches."
-Christopher Poindexter
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#21. She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds; fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.
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#22. sometimes
i just feel impossible.
like life wasn't meant
for me.
like it was an
interview
i showed up to
drunk out of
my mind.
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#23. The human spirit is poetry enough and I understand that, but I write to make it transparent to a world in love with bright screens and rising technology.
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#24. what i admire most
about her
is that she
knows how to
fuck reality
and
make love to
fantasy,
not something
many other humans
know how to
do.
imagination,
is her drink.
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#25. I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons
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#26. It is the feeling of never knowing what we want that truly drives us all mad.... Holding things because we think in a moment we love them only to uncurl our fingers later and softly give them back to the earth.
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#28. I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: 'How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore.
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#29. tears are a silent passion for suffering-
i found ma self baffeld by hers-
the way they trickled in the presence if moonlight,
driven by the humans didnt undrstand her...
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#30. maybe people are no longer
beautiful to us because
we construct them with our
thoughts,
walking around the earth
building humans
like we are gods.
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#31. do you believe
in the
death penalty?"
he asked her.
"you mean being
sober?"
she laughed.
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