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

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 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.

You threw water on my fire when I was looking for gasoline.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.

I have mastered the art of smiling when all I want to do is scream.

Maybe in another life, you say but I am stuck loving you in this one.

Our paths crossed and our stars did too.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.

‘We need to talk’ – A four-word horror story.

My words are my weapon they are sharper than any sword.

Would you come undone with me?

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.

No man is happy who does not think himself so.

There is joy in self-forgetfulness.

You can’t find the right roads when the streets are paved.

I went deep inside myself. I had time to explore my beliefs and because of that I’m stronger.

After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.

Lightning makes no sound until it strikes.