Quotes of: In-my-opinion Keyword

My mind is heaven My eyes are the sun and the moon My awareness shines like the morning star.

Songs of Enlightenment

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

Sand and Foam

A man who will enslave his own blood, may not be safely relied on for magnamity.

My Bondage and My Freedom

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

My Sister's Keeper

Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.

My Reading Life

You fueled my obession, even encouraged it and your selfishness ruined my life

Missin' (Novel)

My journey defines me; but I AM the journey. Be your own journey

My Life In Poetry

Posture is paramount to your future.

My Style, My Way: Top Experts Reveal How to Create Yours Today

My love does not entail a tail. But my cat’s does.

My love can only occupy one person at a time

If I breathe, what will my heart think? If I vomit, what will my soul think?

Notes on the Mosquito: Selected Poems

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

Nightmarish Sacrifice

A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.

Lacrimosa

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul.

Love Exactly

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

The Light That Failed

I see no reason to keep silent about my enjoyment of the sound of my own voice as I work.

Loitering With Intent

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low.

Loved

Oh Mom, it turns out my knight in shining armor was just some liar in tinfoil.

In My Arms

Every man reaches his destination, if he just keeps walking

My Life My Africa

I love working with my hands. My writing is rough, my paper bruised with ink stains.

Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

The Stranger

My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.

The Sea of Tranquility