Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

Life is full of constant changes and learning to reinvent yourself throughout them.Why not start today reinventing yourself into becoming a better you!

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

To think is to be sick...

If a man has a capacity for great thoughts, he is likely to overtake them before he is decrepit.

You came into my life like the rain to the parched desert!

We have to believe in a more beautiful world in order to serve it.

The Presidents job, is not to wield power himself, but to lead attention away from it.

The 3 questions of greatest concern are:, 1) Is it attractive?, 2) Is it amusing?, 3) Does it know its place?

Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

Without a constant livelihood, there will be no constant heart.