There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.

The future gets no say in who we are.

Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

What paper planes and empty seats most have in common is that they are best made by children still learning how to ride things out.

Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

she had known the consequences when she took off, but for whatever reason, she left anyway.

The U.S. government needs to learn from successful private businesses that run an effective and efficient operation in serving their customers and outwitting their competitors.

When someone is good, but it doesn't seem like their world will collapse if they don't get the part, it's more appealing. It's like dating someone: You don't want someone who's too into you.

I personally believe that professional athletes should give back to their communities in any way possible. We are in a position to make a difference.

Affection! Affection is false.

The ideal is to feel at home anywhere, everywhere.

Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice

My goal is that after I am dead and gone, I want people to remember me for the person I am.

Sacrifice and neon lights, Slaveships don't wait, Love many, trust few, And don't be late...