You opened the door and I instantly got suckedinto your eyes like tiny vacuums.

Your presence resembles a dirty martini,she only drinks it when she’s thirsty.

You can’t write a poem until you live.

I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath?

when you’re a poetyou can dish out whatever’son your mind and you don’t have toapologize for it

Scars become a reminder for hope.

Only the poet truly understands what is written between the pregnant pauses they create.

Life would make sense if religion didn’t exist.

Don’t live a lie because everyone around you already knows it’s not the truth.