“Do not judge me for the many things I do, but rather judge yourself for that which you do not.” Quote by George Mercado
“Leave the past behind for the future is far more beautiful” George MercadoEverglades Photographer Author:George Mercado
“The past is the past for a reason, if it were meant to be the future it surely would not be the past” George MercadoEverglades Photographer Author:George Mercado
“The trouble with competitors' sycophants is they don't know where to put their tongues. Here's a suggestion: Try behind your teeth. With your mouth shut.” SycophantsKronos RisingMax HawthorneMax Hawthorne Books Book:Kronos Rising Source: Kronos Rising
“I like big back-stories and I cannot lie.” HumorAuthor QuotesKronos RisingMax Hawthorne Author:Max Hawthorne
“Hone your writing skills as if they were your finest weapons of war. For in the literary arena, your pen will truly be your sword.” Author QuotesAdvice For WritersKronos RisingMax HawthorneAdvice For Authors Author:Max Hawthorne
“Reading consists of perusing razor-thin slices of perpetuity, wrenched from the heart of a murdered tree, and infused with the dark blood that swirls within the hidden depths of every writer's soul. It is their combined angst - the author's and the tree's - that we partake of when we immerse ourselves in the pages of a book.” KrakenKronos RisingMax Hawthorne QuotesMax Hawthorne Author:Max Hawthorne
“It amazes me how as beings in an unpredictable world, how we glorify our brothers falling.” KarmaHeartlessnessHuman Nature Nature Author:Xela Ffonrims
“Private Parts The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it. Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee - I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer - the parts I had long since given up trying to hide. He never asked for more. He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms - we held each piece we were given like it was a nectarine that could bruise if we weren’t careful. We collected them like we were trying to build an orchid. And the spaces that he never saw, the ones my parents half labeled “private parts” when I was still small enough to fit all of myself and my worries inside a bathtub - I made up for that by handing over all the private parts of me. There was no secret I didn’t tell him, there was no moment I didn’t share - and we didn’t grow up, we grew in, like ivy wrapping, moulding each other into perfect yings and yangs. We kissed with mouths open, breathing his exhale into my inhale - we could have survived underwater or outer space. Breathing only of the breathe we traded, we spelled love, g-i-v-e, I never wanted to hide my body from him - if I could have I would have given it all away with the rest of me - I did not know it was possible. To save some thing for myself. Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world in another woman’s arms - the years have spread us like dandelion seeds - sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other. He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock, it is 5am - he tosses in sheets and tries to settle, I wait for him to sleep. Before tucking myself into elbows and knees reach for things I have long since given up.” Spoken Word Poetry Author:Sarah Kay
“سنفترقُ كما يفترق رجلٌ وامرأة أقسما -مرارًا- على ألا يفترقا. سنعترفُُ -للمرةِ الأولى- بالوقتِ، والظلِ، والفناءِ، وسنخرجُ إلى الحياة الواسعة -التي تفتحُ أبوابها للجميع سوانا- لا نحمل في قلبينا سوى فرحتين منفيتين والكثيرَ من الرملِ الثقيل. سنمشي في اتجاه الأيامِ وستحملنا موجتان عائدتان من الغرقِ فقط لنتبادلَ هزَّ الرأسِِ ومصافحةَ الغرباءِ. سأستيقظُ ذات صباحٍ ولا شيء سيملأُ الفراغَ داخلي سوى المزيدِ منه، وأنتِ ستكدسينَ الخريفَ في باقةِ وردٍ تحملينها أينما كنتِ.” Spoken Word Poetry Author:عمرو صبحي
“a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.” Inspirational Author:E.E. Cummings