Amy King

We are metered only by our own machines,while the book is a clock that forgets her machanics.

YOU SAY "POET" LIKE THAT MEANS SOMETHING.

OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT'S CALLED "POETRY" - YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING'S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~

IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.

I WISH YOU ALL THE REALITY YOU COULD EVER WANT. HANDLE. WANT.

SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.

HER BARBED-WIRE SMILELIFTED YOU TO HEAVENBUT I HAVE TO ASKDID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE

There are things that are not sayable. That's why we have words.

THE AMPUTATED HEARTBEATS HARDER

DESPITE THE INVENTION OF TIME MACHINES, WE KEEP BEING LINEAR.

ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I'M A HORSE.

LIFE IS NEVER OVER.

WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.

ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.

YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE.