The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

A person is a collage of people warring to become a portrait.

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

‪I am a castle made of sands, a house made of cards, a diamond cut with blood, a ship carved of dreams, sunk beneath a sea of almosts, an orchestra of screams, dying, praying,to no one, in a cathedral of silence.‬

The human soul is carved to wander, The human mind is crafted to wonder, The human body is chiselled to surrender.

The GardenIf no one loves herPlease, love you Even if she’s a wreckage Or lost, in a predetermined pathOr broken, by a perfect love Or loved, by your sacrificial lonelinessPlease, build her Even when you have no stoneOr judge her abysmal tombstone Or her nothingness collapses your passion Water her azaleas Out of frozen concrete From sublime bottles No one full, ever knew how to fill.Jenim Dibie

Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.

I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me,AndTurn the lights off.