Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.
The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.
I have learned to have pride in what I do.
One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.
Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
May your heart be lighter today.
Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.
My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have.
Sometimes we fight who we are, struggling against ourselves and our natures. But we must learn to accept who we are and appreciate who we become. We must love ourselves for what and who we are, and be...
Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.