A true poet is not defined by his ability to write well; rather, his ability to feel profoundly. |
This Ink we share is thicker then the blood we don't. |
Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips. |
We mustn't look for love aimlessly; rather, we must allow ourselves the joy of bumping into it. |
Perhaps we are strong if we do not suffer depression. Perhaps we are stronger still if we do and survive it. |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
If you can't handle me at my best, you definitely can't handle me at my worst |
The candle can be burnt at both ends but never once will the flames consume you. It is the overwhelming darkness we must be wary of when the wick has turned to ash. |
I fear the life of a poet is plagued by an unquenchable thirst for happiness. |
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |