Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms...the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars...
David’s mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like an unmade bed. His eyebrows crumpled and furrowed like dish...
Lowkey punchdrunk off this Sangria-sweet love and all it’s prodigious trappings…
Pain speaks louder than words ever could. Like most things it serves as both messenger and a symbol.
Some roses grow through concrete. Remember that.
Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth.
A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.
All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.
I don't want to be around people who accept me as is, in my unrefined state of becoming. I consistently want people around me who push and encourage me to be my ultimate best, who bring out the inner diamonds. I want to be around those intellectual g...
Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: "No one owes you sh*t!" In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame.
Some books must be sipped slowly like a strong bourbon. Most books must be devoured more than once because as you age you distill more.
Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I've ever loved... how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth... echo of unborn galaxies bounce forth through your vocal chords...
When my son speaks of playing sports, I've always told him: playing on the team is great, but aspire to be the guy who owns the team. I've always told my son: most of the guys on the team will end up bankrupt with bum knees, but not the guy who owns ...
Never accept yourself as a finished product. Be a finished product when you die. As long as you have breath in your lungs, expand yourself.
Wrote my way out of the hood...thought my way out of poverty! Don't tell me that knowledge isn't power. Education changes everything.
Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars.
Everyone's life changes when they meet their Obi-Wan & their Yoda, or their Morpheus & their Oracle; those who help remove the veil.
thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies...your neck, can I Savion on it?
I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.
You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars…
can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs...
