A mind possessed by unmade books.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

A mind possessed by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.

Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe– the stars sighed in unison.

I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.

Good night - may you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake.

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.

Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.

An external locus of identity is unhealthy and yet the very thing that social media encourages in those with low self-esteem.

Don't react to any angry actions, words and behaviours. Keep your quiet spirit, peace and calmness.

I wanted to continue the course, continue on what "we" had, and wanted life to be the same. However, the Titanic had hit the iceberg, the "done" couldn’t be changed now.

So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you.

You got to harden yourself. Make, like, a shell around you. But not everyone can do it. If they got nothing to hang on to some of them screw up. They’re not in the game no more.

Your personal choices matter. And you have the power. Use it.

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

We are hungry for more; if we do not consciously pursue the More, we create less for ourselves and make it more difficult to experience More in life.

Think of life as a voyage. The truest liver of the truest life is like a voyager who, as he sails, is not indifferent to all the beauty of the sea around him.

The few bad poems which occasionally are created during abstinence are of no great interest.