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

I am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.

I wish I knew then all of the things I know now that I am enough.

My words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

All of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.

You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

My arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

I was patient but your love was never kind.

I am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.

My arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.

I managed to build myself up only for you to knock me back down again.

The more that I learn I have found poetry to be less about love and more about survival.

Something deep in my character allows me to take the hits and get on with trying to win.

No free energy device will ever be allowed to reach the market.

We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.

I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.

Do not allow negative thoughts to enter your mind for they are the weeds that strange confidence.

I think, team first. It allows me to succeed, it allows my team to succeed.

Never allow a person to tell you no who doesn’t have the power to say yes.