There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...

I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...

She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...

Her eyes are
stained glass windows...

I told a man I barely knew,
"I'm afraid of tomorrow...

I danced with the devil
not knowing it was...

We were skipping across
Hollywood Boulevard...

Banish these boats;
there is no room in my harbor...

September always arrives
with a sense of dreary...

I've made Hell feel like home-
and it's the closest thing to...

Knowledge is a
prison...

I am the lost art amongst a
sea of authors...