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

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

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

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.

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

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...