“They build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.”

I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.

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.

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

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.

People turn to meditation because they want to make good decisions, break bad habits & bounce back better from disappointments.

For years you were my sun. But after nothing was said and done I ventured to other galaxies. Now your memory is nothing but a dim star.

You left and I wanted you still yet I deserved someone who was willing to stay.

I never wanted but your heart-that gone, you have nothing more to give.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.

Homeboy was the apple of my eye, now he’s the onion that makes me cry.

Treat people as an end, and never as a means to an end.