“Pain has one name but finds you through many.”

If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?

I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.

You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.

Don’t become the thing that hurt you.

I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if i must die today may it be for myself.

Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

I find it so funny that for the first time in history, people have access to this great equalizer in the Internet, which grants everyone the same knowledge base.

Well, I find it interesting first that this all centers around the issue of homosexuality and we don’t bring in any other sin issue into the picture.

When there is no possibility of retreat, we will find the innovation that only the liminal situation can bring.

The thing all writers do best is find ways to avoid writing.

In short, we find the faith of leap.

The economy is turning, and credit comes in with a lag, .. To the extent that a number of small firms are finding it difficult to get the credit they need at a price they can afford, that’s likely to change for the better.

I suppose it is, but I think it would entail doing the same things over and over again without taking chances, without taking risks or exploring our limits, without finding out what we can and can’t do.

What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.