The day we let others control our lives is the day that we quit fighting to keep what we love and the moment that we lose ourselves.

Love cannot be truelly defined as hard as the poet might try, only to be lived and understood that it is precious.

The mind is the stongest after the bones are weak and broken

Cowboy up and square life in the face, you can't know what its like to be broken down and with out a doubt that your lost till you've been there too and can be found by your will alone.

If you wish for something it might not come true. But if you work for it you dreams will come true

Sometimes thier just not enough duck tape or super glue to put a broken heart back together

Blood doesnt make your true family

Because family is who you love and respect

And these are the people that will go out on a limb for you

Some write in hopes that someone might understand them. But we all write to understand ourselves.