We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.