Surviving a stupor of madness,drunk silence ‘have we not fingered the foulest wounds and left them unhealed ?

The adversary humbly cloaked in its fine smile ‘eyes devoid of kindness, speaking gentle its knife secretly hidden.

I must kill some memories,the heavy ones first and aftermake righteous of my un-even soul.

What went wrong? Life: it goes on.

I have witness the stars brighterthan a poet can create a simpleton world. Shall we write ‘until death do us part.

I like games, board games, mind games and games of life. Just don’t play games with my heart because you won’t like the way I brake the rules.

I refuse to discover who I am, Wtf! I am’ having to much fun being free from knowing. Shall we write poetry?

It’s not true I walk around naked most of the time. I always keeps red lipstick and stilettos on.

Your love is most generous.You can love, perhaps for a yeara month, a day, even for an hour but after your soul suffers from boredom requiring an audience a grand standing ovation for all to...

Foolishly; ‘I am capable to kill love once again’ for it is my longing that is unusual as the Black Widow.

Give me my heart; I am killing my existence without it.

Occasional soreness upon my heart. I am sure it is the past that clingslike a needy child.

A women’s heart beat is very rapid; it jumps from love to hate, in seconds when in silence there is surely madness.

Love ‘I may have stepped into a few puddles but not long enough to drown in them.

Bitch ‘please get over it.

You can save many lives but the most courageous act is to save your authentic-self.

At times like these being a poetic bitch is all I have to hold on to.

Find your authentic-self ‘Imagination will take you there.

Here is the world. Don’t be afraid for wonderful and terrible things will happen. Simply remember to breath.

Pause, why won’t you let a woman love you?

Freedom lies in being naked and the courage to be ‘yourself’ in front of the audience.

True ‘we travel the world over and over to find the authentic-self, we forget that we carry it within. Simply Pause.

There is never a time or place for love. It happens accidentally. Oops!

Take’th my temple and cut it into little stars, placed carefully to the face of heaven and the world will shine.

Mishaps in life echoes for eternity. Weeks from now, I will be harvesting my glory. Imagine greater!