“The highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.”

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

Cultural identity; warped and changed. Each of you thinks the other is to blame, It’s created this way, yet we all play a role. We could stop it today if we felt the truth in our souls.

Contemplation; intrinsic. I am aligned perception. A, perfected plan. I am ferocious and tranquil. Rising. Pain to power. Alchemic. Energising

How many wounds can you convert to wisdom? How much pain to power can you permute and fathom? This is your story; rewrite how it’s written.

Why do I see in a world gone blind? I always longed to find the answers, took chances. Asked for the veil to thin. Fault? Mine. Left questioning; my eyes, blessings or curses?

My bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.

The only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.

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

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

Perception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.

On my worst days, I give the devil hell. On my best day, I hold a light for God to dwell.

Don’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you. Let it inspire you to conjure a worthwhile view. Observe their darkness-like space in between the stars. Acknowledged, yet dazzled with the bright beauty of ours. Their darkness is worthy of unconditional love. Just give their ugly, mercy.

Forgiveness for others and yourself too will transform your world into a beautiful view.

I dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.

You can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.

Love is easier to carry than hate. So I untangle from my past and realize my fate. Transcend the pain to forgiveness, to nurture my scars. We are what we witness, and we are also stars.

When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss.

Death anxiety is the mother of all religions, which, in one way or another, attempt to temper the anguish of our finitude.

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Friendship needs no words – it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

The ambitious will always be first in the crowd; he presseth forward, he looketh not behind him. More anguish is it to his mind to see one before him, than joy to leave thousands at a distance.

Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.