“She was beauty and intelligence stitched together with no seams She lived in a world with no difference between reality and dreams Excellence as habit, she was much more than simple flesh and bone She walked in the way that forced her presence to be known If I viewed the world in melody, she is the only one I would see She could conquer that world in a day and still have time for tea Soft lips curved in confidence spilling sweetness with every breath Ideas remaining and growing even after the revolving dance of death Fingers curled with the power of creation and the ease with which it came She sat upon a throne as a queen playing the world like a simple game She was fire, and laughter, and the warmth both of them brought She made the idea of perfection appear as a simple afterthought Her body danced with the tidal currents of marvelous desire She could reach the sky in a day and then push on even higher She was the best getting better, the absolute antonym of threshold The words she wrote were gilded, laid heavy with amber glow gold She was one of very many, and yet, she was the only one of them all Her taste made my mouth water, her effect hit me harder than alcohol She was quality, and substance, an actual angel in every way real Her word was solid, it was a better guarantee than a devil with a deal She was better than just human, more like power that has taken shape and form And I the lucky one who holds her close, feels her heartbeat quicken like a storm”
— Hubert Martin
“She was small. Her shadow moved in the dance of chaos before her as the inferno blazed behind her and licked the sky with its many tongues. She clutched an indistinguishable toy with both arms tightly. Her face was serene. Her eyes shone with courage more immense than the surrounding flames. She was small, but at that moment, I’ve never seen a bigger person.”
— Hubert Martin
“And they danced with laughter and tears. They swung each other round and round, the first and last time in years.”
— Hubert Martin
“I think I feel it The nimble, fleeting emotion That novels and authors desperately Try to convey in ink and heart blood Whose shadow festers in the loins Of teenagers and their insatiability The hidden thing none of us can see Yet we all disagree what it looks like If only it were love… simple, infinite love But this was more, this was bloodshot madness.”
— Hubert Martin
“The brittle seeds remained inside my soul, my tears the water that begged them to grow. And though I hate to admit it, you are my sun. Your light and warmth the last variables needed to see the seedlings burst and anchor. The roots in my soul, the flower and fruit in yours.”
— Hubert Martin
“His eyes are covered by impermeable marble, a solidity that can never be breached. You think there is gold and warmth behind the facade of cold, but if only you could see your reflection in the marble. You would see how you burn, how brightly you glow, enough to incinerate anyone else whole.”
— Hubert Martin
“Just being around her made me feel better. She had an amber shade aura to her that filled any cracks and brokenness I hadn’t yet fixed. I could be myself around her, knowing full well she held on as I let go.”
— Hubert Martin
“Inside, my soul is curled tightly bearing the burden of massive sins from another life. And my eyes look far at the hell around me… a sharp grin tugs at the corner of my lips.”
— Hubert Martin
“My scars show you I’ve been strong enough to endure the trauma of the world. My heart has no scars, my heart hangs in tatters only visible to those who see with more than their eyes. And my soul, well, my soul is comprised of pristine shatter, held together only because each individual piece is falling apart. They fall apart the right way though, that’s why I still play this facade of being one and whole.”
— Hubert Martin
“All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of me.”
— Hubert Martin
“And in my novels I live many lives. Substitutes of spontaneity to replace a dreary reality. How I live for those inky black words and kaleidoscope colored experiences.”
— Hubert Martin
“I wanted nothing more than her attention. Her thoughts filled with me. Her eyes lost in my image. I wanted her so badly I didn’t even realize I lost myself in the process. Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see her… where is me?”
— Hubert Martin
“An intricate string made up of infinite knots and curls. Taking a step back, it really did seem so fragile. As if the smallest breeze of opportunity would cause it to snap. It held strong though, fastened to me and you as a line of steel.”
— Hubert Martin
“It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death.”
— Hubert Martin
“I wear my past around my shoulders as a fine, but worn, cloak. Don’t be fooled by my cloak’s appearance, I have a three piece underneath.”
— Hubert Martin
“I always thought time was the most valuable currency, but I realized the people we spent our time on and loved us back, that love held even more meaning to me.”
— Hubert Martin
“I was the wings that kept her aloft, while the churning sea of reality nipped at her feet. I kept her from drowning, but I still felt bad, that her toes had to experience such dreadful cold.”
— Hubert Martin
“I was burdened with an ever-growing heart on the verge of decay. To save myself, I had to give many pieces of my love away. I hope I can give it all to someone, someday.”
— Hubert Martin
“Everyone is their own, though they are so alone. They all sit on their imagined thrones, made only of their own bones. Ego and pride make exquisite delusional cushions.”
— Hubert Martin
“It was a slow fall, through warm experiences and good laughs. It didn’t even feel like love until I got to the end. Even then, it was not the hard surface of rock, but the scorching embrace of more.”
— Hubert Martin
“He accepted new ideas as readily as new trends. Knowing those worth it would last and the lessers will pass.”
— Hubert Martin
“I wanted to know every story behind the scars on her curves. I wanted to decipher the whispers hidden beneath her every breath. I wanted to unravel her with my hands.”
— Hubert Martin
“I held my breath tightly against the shivers coursing through my body. Darkness ate away the edges of my vision and numbness stole away my fingers. I kept holding though. Watching the last bubble of precious air escape my lips. Then it became all black. But I never let go.”
— Hubert Martin
“We are the living whole of the fragments from the things we’ve experienced and people we’ve encountered. Each interaction changes us in a subtle or massive way. The masterpiece we are sheds it’s weathered skin, becoming even more than it was before.”
— Hubert Martin
“It was a burden on all her muscles. A hollow deeper than her bones. She braced herself though, she knew why Atlas stood so tall.”
— Hubert Martin
“They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets and their desires carved my skin.”
— Hubert Martin
“I don’t know anymore, whether it’s a curse or a blessing to see the beauty in the ugly. Growing up simply and getting old complexly. I now see reason behind sin, and love behind pain.”
— Hubert Martin
“Anyone who claims good or evil isn’t one or either, they’re just a liar… the worst kind of liar… the liar that doesn’t even know they’re lying. We’re human. We’re good during the day and evil at night, half the time those roles are reversed, that’s what it’s all about.”
— Hubert Martin
“The scribbles in my notebook are a reflection of you. Every line holds your name. Every paragraph a feature of yours I love. Each page is a memory of moments that took my breath away. Of times when I laughed more than my lungs would allow. My notebook is full, but I always knew only one would hardly contain all of you.”
— Hubert Martin
“Every decision, every single one, comes with a price to pay. It means you chose one thing over another, always. Whether you chose right or wrong, that cost remains constant. It’s a permanent life tax. That’s where taxes come from.”
— Hubert Martin