“Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.”

Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.

To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.

I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.

Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.

I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.

Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.

Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.

Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.

And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.

I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.

You demanded silence and I became sonorous.

Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.

Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.

The child needs a helping hand or he’ll grow up to be an angry young man some day.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one’s own actions or lack of action.

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes angry.

Don’t ever get angry at a man for stating the truth.