Best 140 quotes of Curtis Tyrone Jones on MyQuotes

A daily dosage of positive energy so corrosive that it wears out every negative doubt as the gap between the dream & reality closes.

A poet is someone whose words can grasp & pull the thread of a person's soul & make them unravel with delight.

As it comes down, carefully situate the sun on yourself like a paper crown, so the light of the universe never sets on your dreams.

‪A wise man once said, 'Life is like breathing. If you try to hold it, you'll lose it. But let it come & go & you'll always be connected to it.'‬

Be careful how you treat those who you perceive to be below you. The universe has a way of favoring the underdog.

Being gifted means facing the next level of depth without ever being repulsed by the curse that comes with the magic of being different.

Be patient with those who can't see your vision, because sometimes it takes time for eyes to adjust to the light.

Can't have a care when you unzip & bare the rare hieroglyphs from the archeological digs unearthed from those undiscovered inner layers.

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen.

Depression was my body's way of grieving the loss of my childhood dreams. Writing was my imagination's way of redefining them.

Develop distinct habits of wreaking havoc on any stinking thinking addicted to launching mental missiles aimed at sinking your unique magic.

Dig deep & pull the roots of confidence from the ground of your being, standing firm in the raging storm until sunlight blossoms inside you.

Each time we bow to the feet of anything we find riveting, the mind rises to be surprised with new crowning diamonds of creativity.

Earth is the ball. Humanity is the goal.

Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.

Exercise your genius so often that you live in a perpetual state of runners high.

Fire the voices in your head if they haven’t been working much.

Focusing on the distance brings resistance but these steps of brevity feel heavenly & somehow still lead to a life of longevity.

Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.

Her body is a philosophical novel that proves the existence of extraterrestrial life forms.

Here’s to the misfits and foolish ones who think differently. They’re not fond of simplicity. They live unconventionally existing at a different level of intensity. They add elasticity and flexibility to what’s inflexibly rigid, bringing warmth to the frigid systems of existence. You can hate them acidicly, discredit their credibility or even oppose them ritualistically. Look down on them cynically, say they became great accidentally, rain on them torrentially or see brilliance academically. You can look and see density or see a lovely symphony. About the only thing you can’t do is disqualify their eligibility. Because they change history. Everything in existence moves them restlessly on to destiny backed by infinity. Their spirit is immensity, they overcome resiliently and follow their hearts existentially. Though they may be misunderstood until the next century, we see their opponents’ adrenaline as only minimally convincing, simply for a time because in them there’s a tendency for the divine to visit earth coincidentally. And while others may see misfits and foolishness we see wisdom and genius because the ones crazy enough to think they can live and love limitlessly are the ones who actually do.

Her eyes are planets whose subjects aren’t subject to the laws of gravity.

Her heart is smashed glass. Peer into her jagged edges to see what refracts from the light of her past. Kaleidoscopic beauty.

i am an earthquake & dance most heavily upon all my faults.

If I can ever get my hands on it, I’m gonna smack the shit out of your sadness.

i find you in every echo, i find you in every dream, i find you in every feeling in the depths of my inner being.

If you can dance like raindrops, there will always be sunshine.

If you want to hear the distant voice of the ocean put your ear to the lips of a seashell. If you want to hear the voice of God place your ear upon the chest of any living being. If you want to be awakened from slumbering through life, place your ear up to the core of a corpse because the voice of honesty can clearly be heard there and the fingers of such a ribcage love to pinch dreamers into action. But if you want to hear the voice that directs your personal pilgrimage, you must find a way to keep your ear glued to your body’s fragile shell.

i have a fatal attraction to your mismatched fragments & your meaningless tangents seem to mean the world to me.

I keep holding up the mirror of the sun, so you can see the stunning reflections of everything you’re becom- ing.

I keep planting my smile in the rich soil of your sadness, hoping one day love will bloom from your thoroughly saturated heart.

I'll be the mountain whose whispers trigger you to stop running & start becoming the lovely yet stunning avalanche you most certainly are.

I’ll pour my life into your hands like oceans upon your sands if you can always stand to take a little more of me.

i love watching what you become when life thinks it has you cornered.

I may be small but I'm a laughing mountain.

I’m gonna pack you into my verses & set fire to the charge, until you explode into the night, recognizing the fireworks you are.

In love madly, traveling though the life-raft's unraveling in a beautiful tragedy, but gladly i'm still paddling through the ocean of your anatomy.

In order to live fully you must be guided by the reality of your ecstasy more than the maintenance of your monotony.

I see the echo in your eyes & your beautiful voice still causes my mind to dance in circles around my heart, enticing it to rise & love again.

It's funny how the ugly duckling always has so many beautiful things to teach us.

It’s funny how you doubt yourself through & through, when the sun & the moon are parabolically on a pilgrimage, encircling the mecca of you.

It's so hard to think about designing our dream home when all l wanna do is lay you out like a blueprint & bring you the lumber you require.

Keep planting new seeds until your mind becomes the earth that gives birth to new worlds.

Let's gather the world in a game of love with the goal of kicking our tears past Eternity & she'll kick the earth into humanity.

Life can't be rushed. It takes time to develop the wrinkles of wisdom.

Life's a gloomy puddle, until you start jumping in it.

Live so radiant & free that the sun longs to come sit at your feet to bask in the mentorship of your soul’s experiential gift.

Lost in wonder staring at you, I bumped my head on the moon & fell, hard.

Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.

Nurtured by negative circumstances, braiding raging tornadoes in her hair, she held her head high, wearing her weathered poetry with pride.