“There are things that I don’t say out loud. And so they just live in the roots of my soul.”

When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.

When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.

And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.

It was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.

Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.

He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.

She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.

If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.

These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.

Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.

Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.

Let us never forget to pray. God lives. He is near. He is real. He is not only aware of us but cares for us. He is our Father. He is accessible to all who will seek Him.

To live in the moment is truly an art and is truly a talent, because when you live in the moment then you are truly the master of your whole life and you’ll have the best times.

I sing songs that I have lived or I write them because I have lived them. I think the believability factor is key.

I damn well intend to keep on living the way I think I should.

Praying and sinning will never live together in the same heart. Prayer will consume sin, or sin will choke prayer.

The purpose of soul questions is to open yourself deeper and deeper until all that is left is the power and beauty you are bringing to the lives of others.

My mum says that I was born 45, and I do remember at six thinking that I should be earning my own living.

Ah, lives there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said As he hunched and rolled in his comfortable bed: To hell with the rent . . . I’ll drink instead!