“I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.”

I’ve lost count of my losses.

Fairytales are what you make of them.

I loved you with all my heart turns out a whole for some is barely apart.

The ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.

Nostalgia is a box of forget me nots.

In light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?

Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.

I wonder if you’re thinking of me like I’m thinking of you.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.

Silence is a form of poetry.

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

Being harmless means being so strong, so empowered, that the idea of showing power through harm is not even a part of your consciousness.

Every woman is a queen, and we all have different things to offer.

Hillary Clinton is a fighter, she’s out there, she’s tough.

When you seek to dominate another you dominate no one but disempower yourself.

The choice to be used as an instrument of love, right here, right now, is a choice for personal empowerment.

When I’m speaking on stage I feel my most empowered and my most vulnerable. So much could go wrong. That tension is such a rush.

Whenever you become empowered, you will be tested.

The loving personality seeks not to control, but to nurture, not to dominate, but to empower.