I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory.They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.

Foggy nights bring some comfort.He can get lost in the mistand there is no one to stare or question.

How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?

But the walls of my resolvemortared with stubbornnesshave been breached by circumstancesI cannot handle alone.

Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.

I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.

I am lost in my world, invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast, my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses.

We don't read novels to have an experience like life. Heck, we're living lives, complete with all the incompleteness. We turn to fiction to have an author assure us that it means something.

In the long run the pessimist may be proved to be right but the optimist has a better time on the trip.

When I go home, the last thing I want to do is read about the popular lore of vampires.

It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close.

I'm working on producing my own shows. "Girls Next Door" was a great place to start but it was somebody else's show. I'm just ready to move on.

I feel like in one year it's very easy to go from Internet poster boy to Internet piсata.

The most important thing in making money is not letting your losses get out of hand.

Sometimes a lack of perspective can bring its challenges relative to someone who has a little bit more.

To get to know a truth properly, one must polemicize it.

Love is reducing the universe to one being.