Clevenger Quotes & Sayings

I am a butterfly poet
birthed from pain
flying with the freedom
of my verses. — Susie Clevenger

Her gaze follows my every move. I think she can feel something is weird but hasn't put her finger on it yet. Maybe she's seen my fangs and written them off as gimmick. I fucking love gimmicks. They're so convenient to hide behind. — Carrie Clevenger

I love you, I said, but not out loud. — Craig Clevenger

Carisoprodol. Comes in a white tablet like a big-ass vitamin, 350 mg of muscle liquefier for those tense, recovering athletes and furniture movers. Too much, and those relaxed muscles include your diaphragm, then your heart. — Craig Clevenger

Life goes on in the same manner,
evil wins and peace is slaughtered.
Change the channel, change the view,
tired of the same reruns on the evening news. — Susie Clevenger

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.
Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger. — Susie Clevenger

But the walls of my resolve
mortared with stubbornness
have been breached
by circumstances
I cannot handle alone. — Susie Clevenger

I learned that predators don't intentionally choose the weak or old or sick. they kill what they can, which means the slow members of the pack. thus, they strengthen the very gene pool they're feeding from. the threshold for what is weak, old or sick gets raised, and the strength, speed and instincts of new generations of hunters grow. a beautiful, self-perpetuating system where evolution is the antithesis of entropy. — Craig Clevenger

I'll even let her tie me to a chair if it'll make her feel better. — Carrie Clevenger

There is only one you. Stop trying to devalue yourself by trying to be a copy of someone else. — Susie Clevenger

Candle is an X-ray, it's a matter of wavelength. — Craig Clevenger

They see my fingers, they run. Dominique. Alicia. Penny.

They see my fingers, they want their hair pulled. Alex. Renee. Kristin. — Craig Clevenger

The time flies. The time flies feed on rotting clocks. — Craig Clevenger

I learned to pick up each piece, one at a time, from my pile of potential matches and try to fit it from any angle into the socket, then discard it and move on. Each failure is meaningless. It's not me, it's the pieces, and I have to, absolutely must, try each and every piece every possible way until I find one that fits. They aren't failures, they're steps, small bits of progress. — Craig Clevenger

Imagine the one god himself has reversed his clock and reversed your regrets. Imagine knowing the bone-deep truth that whatever impossibility would make you truly happy has been granted. Imagine knowing you can once again hold your lost lover or your newborn child. Imagine what you feel during those first seconds of knowing. Now, imagine those first seconds last for days on end.
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Like I said, I'm a chemist. It's all coming back to me.p62 — Craig Clevenger

How do I learn to speak
when silence is all I know? — Susie Clevenger

If I'm still conscious to face the consequences of my actions, then at the very least I will know that my actions were real, thay they indeed had consequences, though my lone life will amount to less than a single click of static in the symphony of the big bang. If my actions were real, then so were my memories, and if those were real, the things I've done have allowed me to see God and I0m not afraid of following my life down that eight-second black rabbit hole. — Craig Clevenger

Everyone is the Umbrella Man and he is everyone. Every cough, sneeze, smile and wave means both everything and nothing. The signals are everywhere. — Craig Clevenger

I do know that I fell in love with the moment of falling in love and I wanted to keep that moment alive forever, at the expense of all those moments to follow. — Craig Clevenger

I am lost in my world,
invisible - unknown.
Moon please lend me
your light that someone
will me see me. — Susie Clevenger

I bought a piece of God, ground to dust and mixed with alcohol in a glass bottle the colour of molasses. — Craig Clevenger

I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over ... And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that — Craig Clevenger

Just as it did when I spoke to you that day from the phone, your face comes into focus more and more as I hold you here beside me. — Craig Clevenger

Life is a poem
just waiting to be written,
lift your pen and speak. — Susie Clevenger

A dream doesn't die because it has no truth. It dies because you fail to nurture it. — Susie Clevenger

Foggy nights bring some comfort.
He can get lost in the mist
and there is no one to stare or question. — Susie Clevenger

I now know how your anger
came from skeletons
that rattled in your heart
and you couldn't escape them. — Susie Clevenger

If no God, there must at least be a pattern-making demiurge. — Craig Clevenger

It's taken me years of practice to learn how to act natural. — Craig Clevenger

I didn't know the demons
that walked across your memory.
They came from the dust
when you were at peace
in your grave. — Susie Clevenger

The combination to be on guard for is young and bored, or young and resentful. You can spot them at social gatherings, the grad students or interns who tell you about syndromes, conditions, deviances, and disorders, and they love, love, love to talk. They speak in half-sentences with a knowing smile-squint, watch you falter at the pause, and then keep talking. — Craig Clevenger

Let me live my final days whole.
Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.
Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.
I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness. — Susie Clevenger

If you wish to know me,
just ask. — Susie Clevenger

When you could discern a real threat from everything else, it was called caution. When you couldn't, it was called paranoia.
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You cannot separate paranoia from knowledge. The more you know, the more possibilities you see. The more possibilities you see, the more possibilities someone else sees. The more "someones" there are, the more "they" there are. It's a matter of simple math before you realize that They might not like you. — Craig Clevenger

Call it fate--call it talent. I had a knack for getting in the nastiest messes. — Carrie Clevenger

My left hand is a Rorschach blotch all its own, a six-fingered, skin-blood-and-bone ink splatter. People see it and fly their worst fears and secret fetishes at full mast when they think they're being discreet. They see it as strange, fascinating, ugly, beautiful, disgusting or erotic depending on what's behind their eyes. — Craig Clevenger

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.
I want my heart to beat fast,
my breath raspy, my skin to burn. — Susie Clevenger

People can numb themselves, get used to anything. — Craig Clevenger

Everything in the universe is everything else. A man is a killer is a saint is a monkey is a cockroach is a goldfish is a whale, and the Devil is just the angel who asked for More. — Craig Clevenger

Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning ... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past. — Craig Clevenger

If I made you from nothing, then maybe I am God, and because I want More, maybe I'm the Devil. — Craig Clevenger

A person's life story is equal to what they have plus what they want most in the world, minus what they're actually willing to sacrifice for it. — Craig Clevenger

What they show tells you what they want to hide. — Craig Clevenger

Scott smirked. "You know it's always worse when you're around. And I still think I can keep up with you. Of course, you're going to drive off, go back home, drink a fifth and play guitar all night and not feel a thing. On the other hand, I'll be up thirteen times to take a piss before five AM, have a hella case of acid reflux and sore fingers from shredding guitar strings. — Carrie Clevenger

Only everyone forgets how seldom our memory is accurate. Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the pastp.193 — Craig Clevenger

When you're in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood. Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you're in love with a person, but you're in love with a syringe. — Craig Clevenger

You said I was in love. You were right. But that never happened, either. — Craig Clevenger