Are anchors meant to hold us up? Or do they exist in our sempiternal hearts where we try to convince the tide to return and wash us away?

Leave behind the angry mornings & the times you turn away instead of trying out a smile for once. Leave behind the grey, & feel- let the music be your sunlight that seeps into your soul & doesn't change you, no, it moves you.

During day's transition to night, no beauty will be lost. For I will not leave behind the light that paved my eyes towards hope.

It's hard to respect a man who leaves his home compassionless...

There's something miscellaneous about all of us, and maybe that is why my eyes settle on these types of poems so often. We don't always have a name for what we are walking through...

Reading poetry doesn't just take you on journey, it brings your heart to place you never knew existed.

Looting warehouses for scraps of cool metal chains, because I need to hold onto something, anything.

Living to write; writing to survive.

I'm not going to use pretty words to talk about beauty... there's no need for dress-up or metaphorical descriptions when there is a realness to beauty that love can affirm.

Never stop your heart from spreading its love even if you are lost in pain, you will be found in learning how to love another.