“The baby bat Screamed out in fright, turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.”

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.

I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

He wasted his wishes on wishing.

I am writing these poems From inside a lion.

We can’t hold hands – someone might see. Won’t you please, Hold toes with me?

So I’m all of the love that could make it today.

Anything is possible. Anything can be.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they’re not alive.

I’m not afraid to say I’m at war with the pigs.

I’m not afraid to say I’m at war with the pigs.

I regard the afterlife to be a fairy story for people that are afraid of the dark.

I’m no longer afraid of conflict, and I don’t think conflict is a bad thing.

Do not be afraid, do not yield to fear.

You should not be afraid of doing what your mind tells you to do, just listen to your heart.

Girls should never be afraid to be smart.