“Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.”

Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.

I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.

They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.

In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.

Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.

I hope you can feel me when I think of you.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

Baby, tonight prepare yourself for a perfect storm, I will come over you like a hurricane with a terrifying force.

Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.

Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.

Healing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.

I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.

She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.

Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.

I knew it was real love the moment I could bare myself to you naked (without taking my clothes off) and I could show you all my scars (the ones that are invisible to the naked eye) and you loved me even more.

You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.

I’ve created a chaotic life, and then I get on edge because of it.

The moment you come to trust chaos, you see God clearly. Chaos is divine order, versus human order. Change is divine order, versus human order. When the chaos becomes safety to you, then you know you’re seeing God clearly.

I can exist where there is chaos and not be swept away from it.

I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.

There is a world of created beings – living things, animals, entelechies, and souls – in the least part of matter. Thus there is nothing waste, nothing sterile, nothing dead in the universe; no chaos, no confusions, save in appearance.

I prefer a kind of sweet, deep, rich prayer in which a person goes in and says, Take me down deep into the reason you gave me life. Take me down deep. It silences the chaos in me.

A sense of calmness in this chaotic world somehow soothes me.

The farther we get from God, the more the world spirals out of control.