Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls..

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door..

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery..

For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me..

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the….

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his fing….

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are..

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every so….

Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches, And soup, And peanut butter cookies, Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you '….

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for….

If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars..

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through..

I have always been comfortable weathering the storm. I’d like to get more comfortable weathering the sunny day..

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother..

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk..

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground..

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in….

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs..

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple..

Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselve….