Better off dead than giving in; not taking what you want.

My Personalityunfolding before youlike a Swiss Army knife.

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

Death stings so harshly, no escape and hiding zone from it.

ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?

Never complete. Never whole.White skin and an African soul.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much for a poem?

I like your body. I like what it does. I like it's hows.

We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.

In times of need I call unto you Abba Father and you answer.

Yo nací un díaque Dios estuvo enfermo,grave...

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

Life remains unchangedtill a leap of faithruns towards heaven

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.