Black Book of Poems Quotes

“To happiness and every high!”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“But you forgot the trash.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“I am the cause of my decay,
I am the end of my desires,
I am the legs that walked this way,
I am the hands, that lit this fire.

I am the mind that thinks I'm fine,
I am the reason that is absurd,
I am the diamond that rarely shines,
I am a sea of empty words.

I am the anger that wants to scream,
I am the pain that wants to cry,
I am the climax of my dreams,
And I will live, and I will die.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“If death should claim me
In my youth
Or when I go insane
These lines must tell you
That I loved you
Every single day”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“I am the anger that wants to scream, I am the pain that wants to cry, I am the climax of my dreams, And I will live, and I will die.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“Hate is easy, love is hard,”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“I believe that good poetry resonates with people on a metaphysical level; you can read a poem without quite being able to put into words why you enjoyed it. It could have been the shivers that ran down your spine or the elevating in your heartbeat. Or, it made you smile, or even cry; made you feel something.”
― Vincent Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“ANOTHER CHILD CONCEIVED My mother bore me in late May, And I was peeking out the day, Or the night; she can’t recall, Daddy’s sitting home, appalled. Another child, another pain, Another mouth to feed, again. Dad ran away, did not look back, Perhaps to cut himself some slack. He couldn’t stand the dread received; Of yet another child, conceived.”
― Vincent Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“...poetry, just like any other piece of artistic creation, is subjective. You cannot ruin someone's interpretation of a poem by explaining it. But if the poem doesn't speak for itself, ultimately, it is a failure.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“I thank you, friend, from all my heart; The one you shaped, gently and smart.
For all you’ve seen And all you've been For every fight and every pain, And every tear that fell in vain For every how, and every why, For all the times you had to cry
For everything that you have taught And all the battles, you have fought. Without your grace, without you calm, I know not what I would become. A beast at best, at worst a thug, Insecure, frightened and smug. You filled the void the best you could And really, who could ask for more? And though, at times, misunderstood; You’ve come out stronger than before. As such, this piece has been to date, The toughest thing I had to write. But out of every rhyme I’ve made, I hope this brings you most delight. And I hope that you do laugh, And when you cry, it is of joy, And I hope that you do smile,
For your laughter and your bliss, Has always calmed my worried mind. This poem is for you, mom,”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“My mother bore me in late May, And I was peeking out the day, Or the night; she can’t recall, Daddy’s sitting home, appalled. Another child, another pain, Another mouth to feed, again.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“Hate is easy, love is hard, You may linger, time will not. The last string strums; your hours are up, The time has come to raise your cup, And bid farewell to all time bought, The countless lessons never taught, All the treasures never sought, And all the battles never fought. Tick tack, you have arrived, And no one here gets out alive.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“To broken hearts, to broken dreams To me and you, to you and me To all the friends and all the foes, To those who love and those who don't To those who have and those without To parent's scorn, deprived of doubt  To those who give, to those who save To those afraid, and all the brave To all the seconds, unforgiving To the departed and all the living To those who dare, to those who care To those in bliss and in despair To all the smiles and all the laughs, To all we love, on love's behalf To all the pain and single cry To happiness and every high!”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“am the mind that thinks I’m fine, I am the reason that is absurd, I am the diamond that rarely shines, I am a sea of empty words. I am the anger that wants to scream, I am the pain that wants to cry, I am the climax of my dreams, And I will live, and I will die.”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“Little child, why do you cry? Am I to sing your lullaby? Am I to stroke your silver hair, To soothe your soul in your despair? Am I to hold you to my breast, Until your sorrows are at rest? Little child, rest now and smile, And I’ll be with you all the while. Do not lose heart and cry in fright, For I will sing all day and night.”
― Vincent Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“Pretentiousness is our foundation, To hide our weaknesses and pain. Our eyes reveal our desperation, And the attention that we crave. I want to hide and disappear, For even though I’m not alone; With hundreds souls inside my home, I find no inner peace at all.”
― Vincent Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“ODE TO VIETNAM The Vietnamese are peaceful people, With spirits full of life and joy. Their hearts so kind and smiles so gleeful, And every little girl and boy; Run ‘round with bare feet in the streets, With laughing faces, bright and sweet, Then they invite me to their feast, To offer me all that they own And so I write this piece to thee So your warmth won’t pass unknown.”
― Vincent Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems

“Bring me closer to the unknown, We’ll live forever; they tyrant’s overthrown. Revolution was our only solution, Since evolution led to prostitution.”
― Vincent Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems