One kiss, I was totally hooked.

I’d sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Her halo was never gold, or it couldn’t have rusted so completely.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I’m not liablefor my actions. So screw it, I’ll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you’ve fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.Easier staying pissed. But I’mtired of being pissed all the time.Tired of feeling hurt by stuff thatcan never be fixed because it isan indelible part of the past.

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn’t belong, not in my,church, not in my home, not in my skin.

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like “forever.” Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

Once…Why…lie?…when…truth is…the easier path

Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.

Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet? Did you...

Some peopleAre worthy of a bullet straightto the heart because that is wherecruelty evolves into evil.Somehumans aren’t human at all,despite how they appear.Humanity is what lives insidepeople,harbored beneath skin, flesh,and bone.

I Want to ShoutLeave me alone!What’s wrong with you?Don’t you remember who I am? Who you are?This is not a father’s love! I want to scream, Can’t you see what you are doing to me?...

A problem is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist. If you think about it, life would be kind of boring if it were completely free of friction.

…Every word an author writes causes ripples, like tossing a stone into a pond. And you don’t know where they’ll go, or who they’ll touch, or when they might come back to you. I think...

Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Fireworks. Snowflakes. Sunstroke and frostbite. It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected. I expected demands. He gifted me with tenderness. I expected ego. He let me experiment. I expected disrespect. He...

A word to the unwise.Torch every book.Char every page.Burn every word to ash.Ideas are incombustible.And therein lies your real fear.

in a woman’s womb.another chance.to make the world better.

In a woman’s womb another chance to makethe world a better place.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on…

Sometimes,you don’t wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

Have you everhad so much to saythat your mouth closed up tightstruggling to harnessthe nuclear forcecoalescing within your words?Have you everhad so many thoughtschurning inside you that you didn’tdare let them escapein case they blew...

I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve.But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, somethingI can’t bring myself to...

Taking no chances means wasting your dreams..

Girls get screwed.Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they’re always on the short end of things.The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feelcheap for doingexactly what they beg...

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.

When You Weren’t Looking…why….Can’t you…care…more…about…me.

…what good would it do toshutter your windows, neverdream of rainbows or find hopein promises? Why choose to walk awayrather than hold your groundand fight for love?

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

For a long while. Finally she says, I don’t believe in love. Not sure it really exists, but even if it does for some people, it won’t for me. She is serious. Then she lightens...

Can a dream be wrong? Aren’t dreams God’s way of telling you things?

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It’s the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

Might as Well Laugh…remember…when…Life…made…sense

Am I more afraidOf taking a chance andlearning I’m somebodyI don’t know, or of risking new territory,only to find I’m the sameold me? There is comfortin the tried and true.Breaking groundmight uncover a sinkhole,one impossible...

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they’re pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

And the scary thing is, I’m on a fast track to that same aviary. Unless I find my wings.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

crawling up into daddy’s lapwhen dad was stillDADDYnodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heartLISTENINGto the thump…thumpsomewhere beneath muscleand breastbone I remember his armstheir sublimeENCIRCLINGand the shawdow of his voice”I...

HOW do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, soWHYpush to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree isWHERE you want to...

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

Possibilities…in the closet…itching…to break out…but afraid of…the fallout