“My head screamed. I want to make them burn the way they did to me. My heart cried that’s not who you are.”

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

Even if you were to lose it all – you would still be art.

My heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.

I removed the dagger and used it to carve out a new life.

Focus on loving and accepting others more than your own need to be loved and accepted by others.

I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.

Hearts don’t forget.

On the days I felt like I was going crazy he looked at me and said maybe its the rest of the world that’s crazy.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.

Poetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

I am nature taking its divine and natural course. I am homes being rebuilt after a tragedy. I am healing.

I will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.

The more you judge others. The more you cage yourself.

Our greatness mistake was starting with potent lust, and allowing it to drip into lust.

You have never loved me as I love you–never–never! Yours is not a passionate heart–your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite– not a woman!

For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide.

Love isn’t about when you first meet. It’s about the many, many years you spend together, when you’re trying to keep that flame burning.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.

I love the freedoms we got in this country, I appreciate your freedom to burn your flag if you want to, but I really appreciate my right to bear arms so I can shoot you if you try to burn mine.