Time is constantly coding me, giving me deadlines saying there will never be a chance to write what's in my heart. But I disagree. I say there's time for the soul, and that the treasure of time can be found through the healing of words.

Poetry is food God gives me for when I am barren, alone, and with no sense of clarity....

Words can be rushed, picked apart, put to sleep....but the heart, the heart my love cannot be forced to tell. It must tell love on its own.

Striving to be a better person and not think things are done when I keep falling down. You gotta believe there is a way back up, and that someone is guiding you...

Lately I've been one to jump off of city ledges and try to challenge life. But I know it's not truly me. God has a plan. Love is out there. I'm just learning how to wait.......

Faith lives on.....even when my heart is at the weakest- there is enough light left to change, to watch a miracle unfold and let purity warm our inmost heart.

Love is God and of God and because of God and because of this, you will not be forgotten, my love....

It should have been true that branches would break and balloons would deflate when the stars satirized your coming.

Love is the distance that moves purposefully through seasons, to find that near the improxible end of time, love seems to prevail in words unspoken.

Six Word Memoir #1:

Don't let [ fear ] speak for you.