Never underestimate the effect hurtful words can have.

The tangible and intagible qualities of a person.

The music flowing out of my soul and pouring into my music.

Sexy intellect.

I wrote this quite a while ago when I was at my lowest.

It grows only on the highest mountains in the rocks where nobody goes.

My words are sharp and cold like a blade of a katana…

A poet is like a rainstorm.

“There’s a light in the attic. Though the house is dark and shuttered…”.

Sharp and biting.