When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us.

You're never given more pain than you can handle. You never, ever get more than you can take.

Satan exploits pain by making it the central focus of the man’s (or woman’s) thoughts and attitudes.

We attack not only to hurt someone, to defeat him, but perhaps also simply to become conscious of our own strength.

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.

I always enjoyed going into the holodeck.

Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.

I am the worst judge of how a movie is going to do. I always have great and ambitious hopes, but none of them see the light of day.

Pakistan without Ajmal is like car without engine

Here Eddie, hold the flag while I putt out.