“I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.”

When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.

I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.

I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.

One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.

Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.

He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.

Dance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.

We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.

You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.

You need to drink the drink, not act drinking the drink. You’ve got to do things and not show them.

Seeking Why run around sprinkling holy water? There’s an ocean inside you, and when you’re ready you’ll drink.

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

I think I think too much. That’s why I drink!

Some drink it at one place and call it ‘jal’, others at another place and call it ‘pani’, and still others at a third place and call it ‘water’.

It noiselessly drinks the nectar. So long as a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas