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I am
I like poetry.
I am very kind.
I only drink whisky.
I love the color Black.
I love slow, sad music.
I love being out of doors.
I adore the colors of sunset.
I fall in love much too easily.
I lost so much entirely too soon.
I drink more coffee than I should.
I wear my watches on my right hand.
I have been told I apologise too much.
I find rain fascinating, but not too much of it.
I find joy everyday, not because life is always good,
God always is

One, Step, Closer.

I would still wait for you;
Even if you said
you would love me tomorrow.



You own my heart;
I gave that to you.
I will never give you the power to destroy it,
And that, is my strength


The Boy Who Grew

He made mistakes,
but unlike others he was
brave enough to accept them,
Kind enough to apologise and
strong enough to move on


My Kind of Love

When you say you love me,
I should feel like its the first;
Or last time you ever say those words.
Only then will my tragic heart believe you.
So, Come here,
Kiss me,
Like we die tomorrow..


I'm a Fighter

Don't judge me when you see me dancing on ashes...
You don't know what it took me to rise above the flames...


A Different Life

Pass me that bottle;
Pour me a heavy glass of the Universe
and watch me get high on life.
Sit, Smile and Listen to me describe
the feelings of being some place with you,
That you aren't even sure exists.


Just, Sometimes

Sometimes, I stumble.
Sometimes, Words fail me.
Sometimes, I get depressed.
Sometimes, People let me down.
Sometimes, I feel absolutely alone.
But then; Sometimes,
All is right in the world,
and I am at peace.



You are a wild child,
Be free.
Be whole.
Be stray.
You are both too bright;
and too dark to be gray


My Mother ♥

- from the boy who lived.
Thank you for inspiring me to be the boy who survived.
You raised me and gave me a lightning bolt,
and now my brain has become a lightning storm.
- to the woman on fire.
Thank you for inspiring me to gently set the world alight.
You wore a gown of flames and led the way,
and now those same flames of kindness run through my veins.



I promise you,
I truly do--
That someday your kind, tender, sweet and tortured heart
will find its way to a fire love,
That will love you just as much as you do



I never want to think of you as mine because
every time I do that with someone,
it all goes to shit.

When we touch,
I swear there isn't any word to describe that feeling,
that electric current.

Even magic falls short
of doing us justice.


Heart Made Fullmetal

I am fight, my love is fury.
I am pain, my love is madness.
I love bold, kind, honest & intense.
I am fire, fear and flood.
I am chaos, I'll trigger magic in your bones.
I'm the type of love no one person deserves.



Most people see me today and ask, "Brian, What happened to you?"
Well, I had to change amidst this cruel unforgiving world.
Although deep inside me somewhere, if you are lucky to see,
still lives a little boy who once tried to invent a time machine,
just to go back in time and convince Jack that there was room enough
for both him and Rose on the wooden door.



Yes, I craved inner peace.
So I forgave myself for all the ways I damaged myself.
I never forgot though, because I am the last person I ever wanted to forgive.
Anywho, I realized that somewhere along the way,
I had lost sight of what I wanted to be.
I lost hope, I lacked faith..I had become the thing I dread the most.
Then it hit me,
I was locked up in the kind of prison that only I could free myself.
Just then, there, I found inner peace


Love Letter

To all the Women I've loved, I GOT YOU
I have loyalty embedded across my lips, your secrets were safe with me.
The thing about me is, I was born to love;
I was born to treat you the way you've never been treated.
You ever wonder why you think of me on your loneliest nights?
I mean.. I GOT YOU!
and not in the same way you promised you had me.
You could have made a home out of me.
I picked you while in a rush.
I was so eager for love, so I settled for you,
The thing about me is, I wasn't raised to give up, so.. I really got you.
My spine was formed with elasticity
so I could handle both the downs and the ups.
I would have stuck around for longer than the lust,
but you saw no future in us,
but I promise to God I wasn't lying when I said I got you.

Reyna Biddy - I Love My Love


Some days I am invincible.
Some days I am a wild child,
And some days I am a sad fragile mess.
Most days I am a bit of all three.
But every day, I am here.


Black and White

When I love you,
I really fucking love you!
I have no in betweens,
I don't know what gray is,
My love is in Black and White.


In Common

I am nothing special, of this I am sure.
I am a common boy, with common thoughts.
I've led quite a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten,
but I have loved another; with all my heart and all I had.
And to me, this is enough

Nicholas Sparks - The Notebook

Just The Way

I have this illogical tendancy to only desire the things that are difficult.
It doesn't matter how kind or committed a person might be,
if it comes easy, I'll quickly grow disinterested.
But threaten my heart, my safety or my sanity, and I'm yours forever.

Beau Taplin

Mad Love

The only people for me are the mad ones.
The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be loved, mad to be saved.
The ones who never yawn or say a common-place thing,
but burn, burn, burn like yellow roman candles,
and explode like spiders all over the stars.

Jack Kerouac


Respect is Earned.
Honesty is Appreciated.
Trust is Gained.
Loyalty is Returned



Africans must be the most gullible lot in the whole world.

If Arabs never came to Africa to trade, would Africans be Muslims?
If Missionaries never came to Africa, would Africans be Christians?
Why kill each other over foreign releigions?
What happened to your anscetral spiritual modes of worship?
When they brainwashed you into adopting their religion by rubbing yours as Pagan or Barbaric,
how did they figure that their god is superior than yours?
Yet, your ancestors' prayers used to be answered;
In times of drought, it would rain, wouldn't it?


Mediocre Love

Unless it's mad, passionate, extraordinary love; It's a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life,
Love should never be one of them

Tiffanie DeBartolo - Dream For An Insomniac


I'm not in search of sanctity or sacredness or purity,
these things are found after this life.
In this life, I search to be completely human; to feel, to give, to take
to laugh, to get lost, to be found, to dance, to love, to lust, to lose,
to fail, to err, to seek repentance and to try so hard.
I want to be so human.
Never be afraid of being human

C. Joybell C.

Some Kind Of Beauty

Beauty has become boring.
It is now corrupt and has become the ultimate cover-up for flaws, emptiness and even wickedness.
Show me someone with character, kindness and compassion
and I'll show you someone who possesses the kind of beauty I admire
Intelligence is sexy


Life's Student

Everyone is my teacher.
Some I seek,
Some I subconsciously attract.
Often, I learn by simply observing others.
Some may be completely unaware that I am learning from them,
yet I bow deeply in gratitude

Eric Allen

The Edge

I guess there is really no honest way to describe it
because the only people who honestly know where it is
are the ones who have gone over

Hunter S. Thompson

Flaws are Beauty

The most beautiful people we know are the ones who know defeat,
know suffering, know loss and have found their way out of these depths.
These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life
that fills them with compassion, gentleness and deep loving concern.
Beautiful people don't just happen.

Elisabeth K. Ross - On Death and Dying


1. You don't have to go to war, for something to be worth the fight.
2. Wanting more doesn't ever make you any less deserving.


Love, Found

You don't go looking for love.
You look for loyalty,
You look for trust,
You look for respect,
You look for someone who is just as crazy, just as wierd,
just as confused as you are.
You find that, put it in the pot and you pray over it.
Then spend every other day giving it all you've got.
The result - You've found love


Love, Lost

She always spoke with a certain certainity,
Some wierd, kind of complex authority.
She was motherly, and childish, and smart,
and confident, and shy - most times, at least.
She wore her heart on her sleeve yet she was the most intimidating person I've ever met.
She always, always spoke from her heart, and her brown eyes told her soul.
She was kind, and funny, and goofy, and stubborn.
She stuttered a bit when she was excited.
She smiled from her lips..Yeah, those lips that..I won't talk about today.
She was a flame burning deep in the sea,
She was the chilly whisper in the night,
She was complicated, and simple, and messy, and wild, and fun.
She was the song about the book in the movie.
She was confetti and fireworks.
She was herself.



Be the person you needed when you were younger.
Be the love you never received.
Be the soul you admire in others.
Stay Kind. It's the ultimate form of beauty.



Music moves me
to silence
to tears
and to the top of
Muhammad's mountain



There's passion,
Or there's nothing.
I want the type that drips down your back and soaks sheets,
The kind that makes you lose sleep, and late for work in the morning,
The kind of passion you still feel between your legs the next day,
Passion that begins in one room, and ends on the floor of another.
I'm talking about the kind that pins down wrists, and demands eye contact.
Passion that makes the body quiver, and your legs tremble.
I mean passion that's so seductive that you would never dream for it from someone else.
Passion so uninhibited, intimate and full of handfuls of hair, or hips, or your neck, or ankles,
that makes you wish you had more hands, but you don't.
And it's always more than enough.
And when you finish, you're finished.
And you know, in between those short breaths and messy hair,
There's passion,
Or there's nothing.

J. Raymond

Mystic Secrets

The way I love is no different
from the way I pray.
In silence.
Full of awe.
Full of passion.
Full of shame.
Full of hope yet
Full of darkness.


Word Magic

Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them
But they keep the promises anyway.
That's what love is.
Love is keeping the promises anyway.

John Green - The Fault in Our Stars


"I hold a hope in me,
that the reason we all feel so heavy
is that we carry a piece of each other inside us."

Christopher Poindexter

By A Dragons Breath

Here's the thing about people with good hearts.
They give you excuses when you don't explain yourself.
They accept apologies you don't give.
They see the best in you when you don't need them to.
They accept the love they think they've earned,
and give you the love you think you're entitled to.
Now let me tell you something,
Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you.
Our skies don't become gray out of nowhere.
Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason.
Our hearts do not turn cold unless they've been treated with coldness for a while.

The Nectar of Pain - Najwa Zebian

Art, Unspoken

Every artistic expression is one big confession.
A neat drawer for the extensive mess in my head,
An attempt to contain the explosion in my chest,
It is every word I have ever left unsaid in fear of actually being heard,
The love letter I never sent,
The ending that I never wrote,
A heartfelt apology to the ones I never ment to hurt,
It is every kiss I couldn't give, and every last embrace I never thought I'd always miss.

Cynthia Gomez

Little Red Riding Wolf

...years ago, on a cold and windy night, her mother told her, "Grow up and be whatever you want."
And, so she grew to become the strongest of the strong,
the strangest of the strange,
and the wolf leading wolves.

Nikita Gill

They've Said

They say You went to heaven, But i have heard them tell,
That before You went to heaven, Lord, You also went to hell.
So come down Lord from heaven, Come to where I dwell,
Come down and see my life, Lord, Come save me as well.

With publicans and sinners, they say You often dined,
A girl who was a tart, with You found peace of mind.
So come down Lord from heaven, Because You love my kind,
I know without You Lord, I am dumb, deaf and blind.

Smoke rises from my reefers, and clouds Your Holiness,
Smiles form on my face, Lord, to mask my brokenness.
So come down Lord from heaven, To heal, to teach and bless,
For You are my salvation, Lord, in such times of distress.

I live the hell of orphanry, worse than that of Meth,
And You are my Savior, Lord, you with power over death,
So come down Lord from heaven, Come now I need a breath,
Come be the resurrection, of this my living death.


Life's Big Secret

I'm quite sure that a flower doesn't say to itself, "You ought to go on living."
Now you see, Life, like this plant, is something spontaneous, It's natural.
In Chinese, the word for nature is "ziran", which means "that which happens of itself"
And so, you stop this spontaneous flowering of nature cold if you tell it, "You must do it!"
Or if you try to speed up the blooming by opening the petals manually, see what I mean?
It's like saying to someone, "You must love me!" Hehehe, Well, that's ridiculous!

If I was to ask you, "Do you really love me?" And you say, "I'm trying my best to do so,"
It's not the answer I want. I want to hear you say, "I can't help loving you, I love you so much I could eat you."

And that's what the plant feels in growing; It doesn't feel that it must grow, it's not under orders or any military chain of command.
It does this so spontaneously, that when you try to command this spontaneous process, you stop it.

And thus so, Is life. So go on, live.

Credits to Allan Watts

Life's Short

There comes a time in your life,
when you have to let go of all the pointless drama and the people who create it,
and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad,
and focus solely on the good.
After all life is too short to be anything but happy.

Karl Marx

Hearts of Gold

So, I've been thinking about this whole being happy thing,
and I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination.
We're always thinking that someday we'll be happy;
we'll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that will fix everything.
But happiness is a mood,
and it's a condition, not a destination.
It's like being tired or hungry, it's not permanent.
It comes and goes, and that's okay.
And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness more often.

Julian Baker - One Tree Hill

The Magic In Life

You know, I do believe in magic.
I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians.
Oh, everybody else didn't realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance.
But I knew it all along.
When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future.
You probably did too; you just don't recall it.
See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic.
We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us.
We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand.
But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.
We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out.
We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible.
Told to act our age.
Told to grow up.
And you know why we were told that?
Because the people doing the telling are afraid of our wildness and youth,
and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves.
After you go so far away from it,
though, you can't really get it back, you can have seconds of it, just seconds of knowing and remembering.
When people get weepy at movies, it's because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly.
Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up,
and they're left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why.
When a song stirs a memory,
when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light take your attention from the world,
when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going,
you step beyond who you are and where you are.
For the briefest of instants,
you have stepped into the magic realm.

That's what I believe.

Boy's Life - Robert R. McCammon.

The Future Of The Present Past

When nothing seems to help,
I go back and look at a stone-cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing on it.
Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split into two,
and i know it was not that blow that did it - but all that had gone before.

Jacob A. Riis