“Our galaxies collided and still, I loved you despite the destruction.”

You can be the milky way and I’ll be your andromeda.

You are my world and I am a lone planet forever just outside your orbit.

You closed the book before we could reach the end.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

You decided you loved me when I decided I was done waiting.

I am a sinking ship and my love it’s time you jump overboard or I am going to take you down with me.

I fell in love with a shooting star.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but it does buy enough wine to drown out the memories.

I hold entire constellations within my soul but all he saw were the stars in my soul.

Some days it is exhausting to simply exist.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

I took my demons put them in a jar and kept them on the highest shelf so that you could never touch them.

You smile brighter when you think no one is looking.

I call myself a poet but I don’t have words to describe that feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach when your hand brushes against mine so purposefully accidental.

We should not be flying a flag of a group who wants to erase our history and bring mass destruction to our country through Communism.

There is a great destructive force that comes upon us when we start comparing ourselves in the flesh with what we could be spiritually.

The one process now going on that will take millions of years to correct is the loss of genetic and species diversity by the destruction of natural habitats.

I think what is needed in India today is the destruction of that defeatist spirit.

But that citizen’s perception was also at one with the truth in recognizing that the very brutality of the means by which the IRA were pursuing change was destructive of the trust upon which new possibilities would have to be based.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue – that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man’s destruction is finished.

While the richest and most powerful among us are the ones who are trying to drive the society to destruction.

Remember, weapons of mass destruction don’t mean missiles.