Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.

If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me, your poetry.

Even Bill Clinton admitted Obamacare is the craziest thing in the world, where people wind up with their premiums doubled and their coverage cut in half.

I want a man in my life, not in my house.

Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.

In minority communities there's a sensitivity, often a knee-jerk reaction, to critical representations. There's a misunderstanding of what an artist does.

An atheist is more reclaimable than a papist, as ignorance is sooner cured than superstition.

As I change my thoughts, the world around me changes.

Writers and books are cheap dates, especially when you compare the cost of a book with a ticket to the opera - or an NHL game.

Happiness is not some 'thing' to be pursued it is a way of being born from appreciating

I want to show people there's more to me than they think.

Usually when someone believes in a particular religion, his attitude becomes more and more a sharp angle pointing away from himself. In our way the point of the angle is always toward ourselves.