“My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.”

He disappeared like a ghost in the night but I kept looking for him in the shadows of the moonlight.

The heaviness of world can often feel like we’re living in black and white, sometimes all we need is a splash of color to remind us of the good in life.

Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.

He lit my soul like a wildfire and it burned me to the ground.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, Only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.

Its the little things that make life worthwhile, like when he looks at me with that innocent smile.

Flashes of your touch race through my mind even when I’m with other guys.

There are so many beautiful parts of me but your eyes were too out of focus to notice.

He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.

I was blinded by the desire to be wanted that I forgot how to love myself.

I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

A fit body gives you confidence. And there’s nothing more impressive than a great attitude, which you can wear on your sleeve. But you’ll have to remember the difference between being rude and being confident.

If God had wanted us to talk more than listen, he would have given us two mouths rather than two ears.

I do isometrics in church so while I’m doing my soul some good, I’m doing my body some good, too.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

The flesh feeds on the Body and Blood of Christ that the soul may be fattened on God.

Bottom line, your body is a temple, and you have to treat it that way. That’s how God designed it.

All the forces that are working in this body have been produced out of food; we see that every day.

We are all creatures of habit. We can do most things without even thinking about them; our bodies take charge and do them for us.