Kellie Elmore Quotes

Kellie Elmore Quotes

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

...what happens when you return
and find nothing
but a hollowed shell,
shingles and floor,
walls and echoes
and the light that lead you here
has now burned out
and the ones who built it
have traveled afar
and you cant go to them,
no matter what shoes you wear.

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Social media has infected the world with a sickening virus called vanity.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

When YOU stop believing one person in the world cannot make a difference; differences in the world will be made.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.

It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.

...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.

The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.

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