“Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.”

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

He pondered, what would make them believe in me? And God created women.

Honey, you are a rose.

A creature lives deep within, rotting far beneath my skin. Touch the pain inside of me, just to let my heart be free.

I was born from nature therefore, I am art.

For my own sanity, I must love myself in an obsessive and urgent manner. My life depends on it. I am healing.

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

Everything intensifies during a full moon. Your edge creeps up slowly on the awaiting shore.

Because of her, I know unconditional love. Because of him, I have learned to forgive. Life lessons from mom and dad.

If I can inhale I can speak up.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

What a privilege to be a woman.

But you’re acting like a weed.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

God has blessed you richly, so get down on your knees and thank him. Don’t forget the less fortunate or God will personally kick your ass. I’d love to do it for him, but I can’t be everywhere.

Your soft heart is a blessing not a curse.

Music and writing are my passions and I feel hella blessed to share them with you all.

Those who are blessed with the most talent don’t necessarily outperform everyone else. It’s the people with follow-through who excel.

Oh, how blessed young men are who have to struggle for a foundation and beginning in life.

The more you are blessed with experience, the fuller and the more enriched you are in your craft.

If God’s people are to be living examples of one thing, that thing ought to be – it must be – compassion.

We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.