I'm Only Interested In Poetry.

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?

‎"she’ Mad But She’ Magic. There’ No Lie In Her Fire.

The Courage It Took To Get Out Of Bed Each Morning To Face The Same Things Over And Over Was Enormous.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

I Didn't Feel That Way About It. I Had Been Playing With Death For Some Time. I Can't Say We Were The Best Of Friends But We Were Well Acquainted.