Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn’t. Because you thought I wouldn’t. Go on, cry now. Cry.

Sometimes you have to put yourself in other people’s shoes to really understand the hardships of their souls.

The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.

From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker; they need it to take the edge off.

Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.