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.

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.

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?