{"author":"Phil Volatile","author_id":"Phil+Volatile","total_quotes":29,"quotes":[{"text":"I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["depressed","hardship","life","poetry","sad","suicide"],"id":9477,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"When I think about the past and how blind I was in that life, I compare it to being a god and losing everything when being cast out. I had the unlimited power to destroy myself and everything around me. It’s like having been in a cave for years and I’m finally out of the cave. The sun burns my eyes and skin. I don’t recognize my surroundings. No one looks authentic, and now I’m on the hunt for people that have the pieces to my puzzle that will help me on my quest. I have no cave to hide in, and I’m just left with the sediment of a previous life and my own mortality.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["inspirational","life-and-living"],"id":54545,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"Love, is a Bloody Razor BladeLove came like fire from aboveand disappeared like a wet dream,underneath a leaky kitchen sinkFor weeks it went drip, drip, drip…until it could be, eventually fixedIt took a long time to depreciateall the things I never had to sayBut there are only so many things that make sense at the endThe rest is merely X-Acto knife love, andLove, is a bloody razor blade.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["hurt","love","pain","regret"],"id":64739,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"I pawned the remote to my misery,trading it in for liquor that was cheap;screwdrivers for my vitamin c,and a little bloodstream to my IV,helping to soothe my lunacy.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["alcoholism","drinking-with-the-blues","recovery","vodka"],"id":82500,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"Failure is the new success.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["failure","inspirational","life","poetry"],"id":97246,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"But now that I’m scrubbingtoilets on my hands \u0026 knees,with four degrees,I realize that one escape routeleads to another.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["hardship","inspiration","janitors-who-write-poetry","poetry"],"id":115598,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"Maybe someday I can find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but will lack the strength to lift it anymore. Then, I will think to empty the coin from the pot, but will lack the genius to carry out the said act. Later, I will be approached by someone who will ask me about the story of the pot of gold. I will attempt to explain the story to them in the best way that I can.The person might then ask me, “How much of it was true?” and to them I shall respond with a question.“How much do you have believed of it to be of truth and be not farce?” They will ponder over what has been asked of them. They will solemnly look first to the ground, and then to the sky, seeking the divine answer to disarm, or perhaps the answer to their own question. After much time spent rehearsing the question and answer in their head, they will have finally reached the answer.“Half—half of it I believe were true.” They will say to me with complete confidence, and then that confidence will subside assertively into a question. Feeling flustered and unsure of themselves, with their face representing melting wax, they will again look to me for an answer.“Half of it was true then,” I will reply to them with my assertiveness. Puzzled and dumbfounded, the person will ask me, “How was half of it true then?”I will reply to this person in a sincere attempt to gain their confidence and instill wisdom in them.“I cannot tell you what is right or wrong, only what I think is right or wrong. If you believe that half were true, then half were true. If you believe that all of it lies in truth, then all of it were divinely true. If you find that it is absurd and could not share any truth, then there be no truth in the matter. It is your perception that has brought you to your conclusion, not mine. For clearly, if you are thinking about what be true and what be not true, then I have done my job in giving you something to think about, but I cannot think or decide for you.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["life-and-living"],"id":129479,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"Some people are hard to forget, but some people are hard to remember.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["advice","feel-better","life","poetry"],"id":140024,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"AdiosHer pretty picturelying on theground was likethe topplingof somefascistregimeAnd burningthe photograph,was thecelebration.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["anger","bad-relationships","love","lovers","poetry","relationships"],"id":141287,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"},{"text":"Because any guilt the sizeof a speck of dust, or shame,can crush even the best of men,in mountains of weight.","author":"Phil Volatile","tags":["good-men","guilt","life","pain","regret","shame"],"id":141497,"author_id":"Phil+Volatile"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":29,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}