“Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.”

The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.

Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.

I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.

You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.

What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.

It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.

My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.

Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.

You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.

What an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.

If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.

Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.

Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.

If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.

You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.

When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.

The very first law in advertising is to avoid the concrete promise and cultivate the delightfully vague.

Empower yourselves with a good education, then get out there and use that education to build a country worthy of your boundless promise.

I was like, I don’t know if I can hold that promise [to wait until marriage to have sex] because this guy at camp is really cute. Sex wasn’t talked about in my home, but I was a very curious young girl.

This year, I promised myself I would meditate more.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.

The point is that both Hitler and Stalin held out promises of stability in order to hide their intention of creating a state of permanent instability.

It is not necessary for me always to premise, that I speak of the condition of the whole sex, leaving exceptions out of the question.

Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but hell.