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

I write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.

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.

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.

Creating is a lonely thing in a lot of ways.

With girls, friendships are hard because you have to learn to get to a maturity level to love them but not want to be them.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?

Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

I am becoming the people I love.

Live with your century; but do not be its creature.

Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?

Remember that you have a choice in what you see. If you choose to see a person’s darkness, you strengthen your darkness within. If you choose to see their light, you shine from the inside out.