Every word he wrote stood in proud protest to this most organized world.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

It is so easy to forget we are the same as all the others in thinking that we are different.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

All life is a revolt against death and all revolts are eventually quelled. The question is: in those moments with a rock in your hand and tear gas in your eyes can you smile to the fates stand tall and make your voice heard?

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

I shivered when I wrote it she shivered when she read what ghost is this that follows words into my lover’s head?

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

We were strange in love her and I too wild to last, too rare to die.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

His was a selfish love patching his soul with all of her pieces.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 8, 2022

Too many die with a brush in their hands a heart full of colors and a lifetime of empty canvases.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

Come on darling, she said, let's drink wine and paint our universe

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

Don’t fear, her father said, sometimes the scary things are beautiful as well and the more beauty you find in them the less scary they’ll become.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

The sunset raged in its gentle fury a four-horsed apocalypse charging toward us huddled on a beach in woolen blankets singing songs on a ukulele to the ever-riding doom of dark.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

There’s something magic about airports it’s like standing in a room with a thousand doors.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

I race to fall asleep with you to meet you in the morning a little more in love each day.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

Mon luciole my firefly the very spark of my life in the darkest night burning bright you are my hope the only light I need to see.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

And, out of her great sorrow and fear, came one exhilarating seed of thought that consumed her in a calming wave of love and hope— she was free.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

All I wish is for you to one day love you the way I do.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 7, 2022

She was that wild thing I loved. My dark between the stars.

— ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry) Jun 6, 2022