“My soul transforms itself into a mode of good or bad in direct relation with the way you treat and value me.”

She is a rose, who is protected by the fireflies.

I affirmed each sunrise, that I would attain my power back slowly but surely by being bold and letting go of my fear.

I tamed the dragon, that had a heart of a marshmallow, with eyes that glowed with naughtiness.

The connection is protected within the shells of deep water, that harness the adorned pearl of their love and life.

My soul gathers the breaths of my sanity and beholds them in the jar like fireflies on a dark night.

I affirmed that I would choose freedom and valuing my emotions through the ink of my pen and enlightenment of the soul.

Never, ever, again, test me, or else the volcanic eruption of my patience and power can melt you into ashes.

I pledge to gather the dust and particles of my yesteryear’s burnt-out galaxies of memories until they transform into medals of victory in the museum of my life.

Her breaths are filled with magic, and the veins sparkling with his kisses.

I affirm to water my soul soil, cleanse my air, break the cage of flames to warmth and light my path, let water help me flow flawlessly.

I am a mere traveler on the outskirts of this world, tiptoeing and preparing for my eternal home that my mother nurtured me with, that has the scent of paradise and soil of my ancestors.

My guidance is from the rays of hope that are instilled in my pores and from the priceless beams of faith.

My heart metamorphoses with the swift changes of my ever-developing soul and mind.

Life experiences are like pollen grains, scattered and found in the arcades of wounds which are soulless but colorful like a rainbow.

My heartbeats have filled the directions and glory of love that I receive from him, a meaningful positive calm filled aura in being his.

I stood in the face of fear, with the smirk on my face, baiting it to have a go, so that I can embed my soul in the very aura that kept threatening my sanity.

There are no good girls gone wrong – just bad girls found out.

Sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love–that’s not so bad either.

To express oneself badly is not only faulty as far as the language goes, but does some harm to the soul.

When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That’s my religion.

By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you’ll become happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can’t get it out, I start feeling bad about myself – a lot of self-loathing.