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.
Hope is a rainbow of thought.
Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.
Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.
My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have.
The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.
Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.
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...
I have learned to have pride in what I do.
Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.
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.
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