Give room for peace, for a love that caters, not one that batters.

Sometimes you’ve got to walk away from something’s to walk into better things.

A writers mind is often promiscuous and his words adventurous .

He asked if I loved him and I asked him if the sun ever needed the permission of the day to shine.

Sometimes I really can't express how much I feel, but I can tell for a fact that some past years have been a victorious rollercoaster ride with God in it. Some days colourful, some days black and white, some days faith bigger than a mustard seed, other days I'm filled with blind doubt about what tomorrow holds. But in all of this, I'm beautifully me and constantly running the race through the father's grace.

Of the places we had beenOf the beauty we had seenYou were my favourite.

Time is poetry, Poetry is timeI write poetry to enjoy poetryI write poetry to enjoy timeI make time to enjoy timeI make time to enjoy poetry

Never applaud the standards of the world, nor get comfortable conforming with it.

In the darkall aloneeyes soremouth shuthead bowedthey weepeven thestrongest of themblaming themselves fordeals gone wronglying about being all rightnumbing emotional distressgrieving over lossrefusing any helpYes, men do crybut the world hardly sees.