“Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.”

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Go ahead break my heart. Although I love your darkness, the sun will eventually dry my tears and paint rainbows in my sky. I will transform this pain into poetry and these wings will carry me away.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; Its about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.

Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.