“If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.”

So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.

To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.

You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.

Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.

I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.

Somedays I fear, I’ll run out of words.

Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.

Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?

I will never give up on you, from a person who treats like crap is not sweet. It’s toxic and you gotta run!

The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.

I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.

How do you find words, when you’ve lost your soul? If every emotion you ever knew, you can’t feel them anymore.

Vibes change, Connections break.

Where you are right now doesn’t have to determine where you’ll end up.

Yes We Can!

What is love? Love is playing every game as if it’s your last!

Whatever your dream is, every extra penny you have needs to be going to that.

It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

I never took a day off in my twenties. Not one.

We look for people who are passionate about something. In a way, it almost doesn’t matter what you’re passionate about.