“Nothing is healed in anger that was made in love -take the gloves off.”

If you think you are the only one allowed to act in anger then no-one will ever be enough-my pain matters.

I am not here to fight with you I’m here to sit with you in love- Lets take the gloves off.

Root yourself in love.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

If I could tell him anything it would be that he was his strongest bravest & most powerful in his most vulnerable of moments -the healed will not hurt you.

I would have sat with you in the fire of any trauma how warm it must have felt to be met with a love like mine.

She stopped reading over the prologue she realized she had too many chapters left to write-moving on.

The fog is lifting I am healing- You don’t own my heart.

If you didn’t want her to scream so loud you shouldn’t have tried to strangle her voice -both love & violence are a choice.

He said ‘words are nothing but clumsy’-as he watched poetry fall from my lips.

I said I would heal with you-instead you burned my love.

He was so selfish that he refused her shelter from waves & winds all while claiming from his lighthouse that he loved her -he became the storm she needed saving from.

Sure she would drink & digress with you but i undressed your soul. He sank in the shallow end.

I became fluent in all their leaving i became in all the grieving.

I miss him whispers my mind he left you screams my heart.

Everything was hard & she kept going-we grow in our valleys.

No beast is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his rage.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

If you think you are the only one allowed to act in anger then no-one will ever be enough-my pain matters.

Learn to manage your energy in a way that you don’t burn out.

I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.

In life, you always have a choice. Whatever it touches: the choice of wardrobes, who you spend your time with, what gifts you give, what you believe in and what thoughts you focus on. Chaos is your choice. Anger is your choice.

There are galaxies inside of me for each emotion I feel. One for each; happiness, anger, sadness and one is hollow, for that too, is sometimes how I feel.

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.