her grass seemed greener until a drought cameand cracked the earth beneath you.

unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes.

our foundation is rockybecause we made a home in each other’s skin.the damage is beginning to show.

i knew his heart was yours but i wanted to become an alchemist to make gold of the pieces i receivedbecause all i ever felt was the dark side of his leaded heart.

tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.

you rupturedthe love lakes of my longingand scattered the continents of my heart.

A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader’s mind with the colors of emotion.

Music has become my driving force behind my life, it to me, can fix bad moods, bad days, even bad people. It is the beat of my life.

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

I found myself with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause.

Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear - kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor - with the cry of grave national emergency.

Sometimes life has a way of putting us on our backs to force us to look up.

[Tibet] is a small country based on religious principle, religious traditions. It never wanted any conquest.

The written word endures, the spoken word disappears

A disease is farther on the road to being cured when it breaks forth from concealment and manifests its power.

The calculus of utility aims at supplying the ordinary wants of man at the least cost of labour.