“You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.”

I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.

One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.

Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.

He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.

Dance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.

We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.

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

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

I don’t have a strict diet; I keep it simple. I try to eat fish, meat, veg and carbs – potatoes and rice – but I’ll try and pack it in because as I’m burning so much energy. I have to see food as an energy source.

I burned the candle at both ends and it often gave a lovely light.

Heart of Jesus, burning with love for us, inflame our hearts with love of Thee.

Sisters come before carpet burns and blisters.

A Jack Russell terrier? My god. He’ll burn you up. They never stop. A German shepherd, you can only go so many miles.

Anybody that I ever dealt with knows that I’m a very focused individual, and when it comes to my work and what I do, you might have to play the back burner to that.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

She does not play with fire anymore, Her soul got burnt and hurt many times.