What We Lost in the Swamp Quotes

“Good at writing doesn’t mean I am brave. All I ever do is make the words walk the plank, while I stay dry.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“Please, I beg. Don’t leave me silent. Don’t let me be the swan without ​a song.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“If there really is a god up there, I hope she’ll answer just one prayer. Please, oh lord, persuade me to believe not in you but myself.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“Maybe everything we think is gone is just unseeable, is just hiding, is just inside, twisted in the fabrics of our lives, walking everywhere we walk.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“I’m the kind of guy who watches Hocus Pocus in July,”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“Your love & your light so bright, so brave you would fight the Fates if it meant I’d be safe,”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“The world is a pearl on your tongue.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“The very core of all our hopes: that someone, someday, will come along in our most dire moments of need, of feeling lonely, & feed us a fresh, an unconditional love.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“I want to be original, which is a fancy way to say that I don’t want to be invisible to you, anymore.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“You are alright, that at its very core life is good & kind & beautiful.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“Here, take my air. Let it fill your chest with sweet, sunny swirls of ocean sky.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems

“FLOAT Like you / my social anxiety / ability to connect with people always manifests itself / as gravity / messing with me in every room / I go into / Every party / gathering always starts / for me / with reeling / this feeling that isn’t floating / but a sinking / up / People talking on the ground / & I’m walking / on / the ceiling Yes / it’s hard / to make new friends / while upside down Hard / when everyone / just thinks / I’m frowning But tonight / you sail / into the room shoes off / dancing / in the chandelier’s / gold hue a spinning top / & everything / I see / goes right side up / We never say a word / take our seats on the ceiling fan / whirring / laughing / without a care for those below.”
― Grant Chemidlin, What We Lost in the Swamp: Poems