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.

My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.

What if this life is truly death.

Think upon it, before birth we were dead for billions of eons, perhaps this is the afterlife and the past was life.

Darkness doesn't come in, it's the light that abandons us.

Sometimes you have to work on protecting yourself more than your desire to protect others.

Learn a person then fall in love; if you fall in love first- then good luck!

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.

I often wonder if I could empty the contents of my mind through a colander, what would I be left with?