“I write poetry hoping that one day I fall in love with the poet.”

Sometimes the light gets in and I’m more than this skin.

It will only get heavier the longer you carry it.

You cannot become unbreakable if you have never been broken.

Soft hearts bleed kindness, like broken hearts bleed love.

With you in my arms I forget the pain in my heart.

I will wait for you like a star until I burn out too.

Let love be the reason you do the things that you do.

With change comes the chance to fall in love with yourself again.

You are summer to my winter heart.

But water doesn’t mix with fire and I am both.

It’s heavy isn’t it but you are stronger for it.

Let go of the weight of the world, It’s not yours to hold.

I fall in love with eyes because they cannot hide, even the most cunning of lies.

I breathe you in and I can’t help but exhale love.

Sometimes the world buries me but flowers can grow only from beneath.

Kiss me Its been so long since I have seen the stars.

Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

The new religion will teach the dignity of human nature and its infinite possibilities for development. It will teach the solidarity of the race: that all must rise and fall as one. Its creed will be justice, liberty, equality for all the children of earth.

The sons of Adam are formed from dust; if not humble as the dust, they fall short of being men.

Ordinary people who are just kind of just going about their lives are transformed into heroes because they have the courage to put their voices out there. And I think that’s a powerful message in this time of political strife.

Nothing is more terrifying than falling in love.

Those who fall away have never been thoroughly imbued with the knowledge of Christ but only had a slight and passing taste of it.

The shadow of a mighty Negro past flits through the tale of Ethiopia the shadowy and of the Egypt the Sphinx. Throughout history, the powers of single blacks flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.