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

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.

Let the love of the moon kiss you good night, let the morning sun wake you up with loving light.

Watch it, loincloth, I’m not afraid to spork your eyes out.

That which does not kill me makes me stronger.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.

I started in theater and I wanted to write plays, but I never really found an original voice as a playwright.

Being arrested that also changed everything for me because I was suddenly seeing America from a different perspective all together. I did a couple of weeks in a county jail.

At USC, if you're running back there, and you do gain you over 1,500 yards, people see you as a candidate, but not one of the top ones.

Practice is practice, chicken is chicken.

Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.

The good physician treats the disease; the great physician treats the patient who has the disease.