Numb, cold, lost and confused.
My heart has been beaten, broken, abused.

Love runs by a different clock.

True poetry is planted within one's heart, and grows within the heart of the reader.

The thorns built up around me,
not to keep me in, but to keep HIM out.
So silent and swift, it's hard to see.
My friends built up a wall for my safety.

You can't win what you don't fight for.

I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. Today I made 12, I was prolific.

-Mitch Hedberg.