“Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.”

Loving you forever can’t be wrong. Even though you’re not here, can’t move on

I’m happy when things are just kind of calm.

I believe in the person I want to become.

I lost my reputation, I forgot my truth. But I have my beauty and I have my youth.

I’m happy when things are just kind of calm.

I believe in the person I want to become.

I lost my reputation, I forgot my truth. But I have my beauty and I have my youth.

They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read.

I don’t like live television, the only tip I have is just pray.

To be honest like when you work at something for a long time and then coming to a family of people who support what you do hmm, you are very lucky!

Being an entrepreneur doesn’t make you a rich tycoon and being an innovator doesn’t mean that you’re successful. It just means that you’re interesting.

We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.

I’m personally more struck by visual things more than musical.

I suppose my approach to religion is like my approach to music – I take what I want and leave the rest.

When I was young I felt really overwhelmed and confused by the desire not to end up in an office, doing something I didn’t believe in.

Being human is difficult. Some people make it more difficult than others. I was one of those people.

All my trauma grown to thorns, he overlooked it all. Perhaps they caused him to bleed in ways I can’t recall.

I’ll allow for this pain to bleed from my pen onto the paper to relieve the pressure from my tortured mind.

Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.

The berries of her love bleed, wilt and get scorched with the harshness of pain that is masked by smile.

You hurt and I bleed. What a curse to feel so deeply.

You have always been able to manipulate my heart in such a way that even though I’m bleeding, I offer you band aids that are holding me together.

She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.

She bleeds the life of golden rose from her lips whenever she kisses.