“I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.”

Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.

There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.

I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.

You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.

Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.

I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.

I write because suicide is no longer an option.

Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.

On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.

Some souls were never meant to be content.

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

In the spiritual journey, you cannot be a wine taster, you have to become a drunk.

It’s the same thing that drives people to want to experience sexual pleasure or have one too many drinks.

I was about one drink away from my limit, In came a black dress with a black body in it, She looked so timid, it took me a minute To get her in focus

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.

You need to drink the drink, not act drinking the drink. You’ve got to do things and not show them.

Seeking Why run around sprinkling holy water? There’s an ocean inside you, and when you’re ready you’ll drink.

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.