An artist who is driven by money is no longer driven by art

As a writer, a poet, you’re not alone in wanting to be alone. Your work is a friendship that never leaves you.

They say, poetry is dead. I say, was there ever a time they had a clue of what the state of poetry is?

I was a poet. I had no expectations other than creating a world of art with words that would live on long after I was gone.

Despair is a night without lights. Dreams are the sunrise that leads you out of the darkness.

Some want to be writers when life permits it. There is no part-time in being a writer. It’s an all-in way of living your life through words and feelings scratched out with a pen.

The same things that make you unique in this world, make you a target for the archers consumed by fear and jealousy.

Digging deep inside you as a writer will damn near kill you at times. But in the end, your words will be true and undeniable for the reader, and that is all that ever really matters in writing.