Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.