Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

I'm the girl that goes backwards, takes wrong turns, stumbles in the dark. I'm also the girl that finds gold where others feared to stray. Perhaps because I follow my heart instead of sage advice thrown my way. I don't want to become numb by always playing it safe. Many of our most cherished times happen when we shatter the damn box, step off the safety zone and listen to the sound of our soul.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world and within you, you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull your butterly net and catch me in the beauty of your love. Remind me of important things -- friends, flowers, fields of cool grass under bare feet, blue skies above, rain on my face, and freedom... freedom to make a difference, freedom to be me. Pull out your butterfly net and remind me of these things, and most of all... your undying love.

Unusual things, they quickly grab my attention. Messy hair and rainy days are my kinds of perfection, but I mostly love when you kiss me hard and take me beyond this realm to that holy place I only find with you.

There are those times when you need to push negative people aside, give fear a swift kick in the ass and fire up your dreams.

When catastrophe strikes compassion and love unite. A storm can't break the spirit of love. A storm may crack your windows, tear off your roof, wreck your house, but it absolutely cannot destroy the foundation you hold within yourself. Stay strong. Stay rooted. Carry love in your heart, always, and know the sacred things in life can't be touched.

Pour yourself a cup of steaming coffee, honey, then come pour yourself into me. I need you like you need your morning fix. You need me to breathe. And today I need you to love me like a storm. Love is the only thing that will heal our tormented hearts. Love is the only thing that will set us free.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

You’re human. You can’t be a “motivational speaker” every damn day of your life. It’s okay to have dark days. Allow yourself to go there, then come back up with a gusto, like you always do. You’re an angel, but you’re also human. Don’t beat yourself up for being authentic.

Put your ears to the ground, to the sky, to the sun and the moon... tune in to Mother Earth's sweet song. She has messages to say, knowledge to relay, inspiration to convey... there is much for you to learn. Your journey has just begun.

You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

Put the two of us together and we become like moonlight and fireflies... all burning and glowing and lighting up the night.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

Don't be afraid to wake up your dream... give it a hard nudge, a toss of cold water... make it leap, make it fly. Dreams won't come to life without action.

I have an attraction to strangeand unusual things.I find them interesting,spellbinding,utterly fascinating.

She adored fairy tales,yet derived great rewardrewriting them to the melody of her own warrior soul.Her fairytales weren’t made of desperate girlsbeing rescued by handsomespoiled princes.Her stories were made of badass womenteasing monstersand running wild with dragons.

The moon glistens in her dreamy eyes as she frolics in the dark forest. She’s got wild overgrowing in her bones, and tangles upon tangles of midnight weaving through her long silky hair, this belle of the night.

Don’t rule out magic in ordinary things.Simply open your heartExpand your mindand believe. Magic is all aroundit can be felt in raindrops touching your cheeksand seen in rainbows after a storm.Falling in love is also a magical thing.

She’s over the top rebellious,but damn her heart overflowing with insane love.She shakes thing up.Doesn’t play by rules and certainly fitsin nobody’s pretty perfect box.

You broke meI’m trying to put allthe piecesback togetherThe processis takinglonger than expected.

Intoxicate me with the beauty and breath of your soul.Leave such imprints on my heart that you come to me in dreams,and I will leave you with eternal light,cherishing you until the end of time through synchronicity, through poetry, through mystery and undeniable energy.

My hair smells of oceanic windMy eyes are two starfishThe charming, turquoise seais seducing meThe rhythms of the calmingCrashing waves are my guide Omnipotent, almost holy,They seek to cleanse my polluted soulHere, by the seductive sea,I am unshackled. I am free.I am me.

Don’t bring confusion to my table. Bring flowers. Bring books. Bring cakes.But leave your indecisiveness behind.My heart is not up for breaking (again) and my time is precious.Don’t waste either on murky thoughts and cloudy thinking.

You were nothing more than a daydream that a beautiful heart was bound to fall in love with, and daydreams aren't real and beautiful hearts trust easily, fall fast and crash hard.

Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven... her blood.

If you see her staring into space, probably her mind is in a deep poetic embrace or a story is brewing in her clever little head. This girl is in a trance, it will pass, just let her be until she has completed her beautiful internal dance.

Lionhearted woman carrying silver swords beneath your skin. Your heart is huge, copious courage you hold within. You fight and never give in when the cause is worthy, brave valiant woman.

It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.

It was no mere accident you were sent to me, perfect synchronicity. Familiar souls wrapped in skin, brought together through time again.

When the world is too much, create your own. I do it every day.

I want your naked soul or nothing at all.

Off the Santorini cliff on a dark, starless night, I tossed a message in a bottle and love found me washed up on the black lava sand of the Aegean shore. As with my previous loves, volcanic in nature. Almost destructive before it started.

I knew he was the one when he mended my wings and looked forward to where they would take me. Embrace those who encourage your growth... who don't fear the journey into Wonderland, Neverland, Whereverland.

I fell out of love with him and he thought I fell in love with someone else, I did. I fell in love with me.

We met at the blue lagoon on the even of a full moon. Dancing wild like those gypsy girls, with their messy hair and glittering eyes. We made magic behind the mangrove trees and ended up with bruised knees, as the sound of the win and the waves serenaded us late into the sweet bohemian night.

You keep playing with what broke you,then wonder why you don’t heal.Leave the wound alone,throw away the poison,and watch the magic of recovery.Your wings of wisdom are ready for flight.

Those with wild hearts love biglove fiercelylove with every fiberof their feral being.

I may be lost, but I'm traveling the right way.

Such hungry desperation in a single kiss when it's enamored in love and bathed in bliss.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

You're sexy and suave and you say the right things, but unless you can reach into my soul and tantalize my mind our connection will be null and void.

I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

Don't want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

He loved hte curves on her body, her soft skin and pouty lower lip, her deep soulful eyes. He adored her voice; sometimes sultry, sometimes fiery. Her laugh, her playfulness... he adored it all. But what really turned him on were the curves in her mind, the twists and turns, the fire, the brilliance - and her compassionate heart; the beat of it harmonizing so sweetly and perfectly with the beat of his. The whole package was beyond thrilling... yet her mind, her heart, those were the immortal aphrodisiacs.

You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.

You can't expect a wolf to play with you and not eventually bite.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.

You can only hurt a woman so many times before her fangs grow sharp, her claws scratch deep, and her eyes become blades.

Your love was a vine - enchanting and beautiful, crawling around my heart and up my throat; then it strangled me. Your love, hauntingly tragic.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.

When you committed to love me, cherish me, be only with me, protect my heart, I took all that literally. Silly me.

His fangs sank deep into my heart. He made me his. He possessed me like a demon and loved me like his life depended on it.

I like your mind when it plays with mine. We harmonize, like a dirty sweet symphony.

Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

She is wild love and eternal fire - A sensual blend of soft heart and burning desire. Yes, an acquired taste, but the truth is once you fall in love with her, you'll never recover. Her love will seep into your veins, you'll never be the same.

Don't analyze her love. Just turn the green light on and move into her soul.

I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.

We didn't just bump into each other or randomly meet. It was more like a soul collision, meant to be.

When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...

Accidental, unintended connections are the best concocted by the universe long before realizing the moon's heartbeat was waiting for you.

Sometimes, the only things in this world that make sense are the moon, my madness and your hands messing up my hair, while your teeth sink into my soul.

Trying not to let your lack of depth bring out the irritable in me-- there is only so much shallow an ocean can handle.

Kiss with your soul, where lips can never reach. Touch with your eyes, penetrate deep. Love every part, fully, complete.

Some people have hollow souls. They’ll see your light and like a moth to a flame, they’ll gravitate toward you. Be cautious, for these souls will attempt to steal your joy and try robbing the sparkle from your eyes.

Come play with my wild - I need my hair pulled, my lips kissed, your tender caress. I need your savage, I need your gentle. Only you know how to embrace my fire, the secrets I desire. Come play with my wild and I'll love you like there's no tomorrow.

You are the calmest, fiercest person I know, and that is enough to draw me into your world and woo me into your heart. I've always enjoyed a good paradox and puzzle. You are no exception.

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

You carry stories under your bright sad eyes, bag loads and I wish to god I could help you unload.

I could make love with you until the mood decides to never glow again.

Promise me you'll stay and I promise to haunt you in the most heavenly way - with dark devotion and deep emotion.

You will be my thunder. I'll be your lightning. Even the heavens will rage with jealousy.

Class Act.She's a first class act, graced with refinement and tact. But hold on! She has a beastly witty mind, a feral appetite for adventure, and a savage need for primal love! She's beautifully twisted, so before you take the plunge be sure you can swim deep.

I love it when you meet an angel on Earth and they have no idea that's what they are; a human angel, an angel covered in skin. They hare the best kinds of humans to know. As your eyes widen, as you evolve and your soul is receptive, you will encounter and recognize these angels on Earth more and more.

Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist.

Sometimes the enemy walks beside you, holds your hand and kisses your pretty lips.

Your eyes were the bait luring me into your world. Your kiss was the trap door keeping me prisoner there.

Don't say it doesn't make sense then tell me you feel your spine curve and chill humps rise all over your skin. That's all the sense it needs to make. That's what it's supposed to do. That's poetry darling; you feel it in your noes, it chills your skin-- poetry speaks to your soul, it burns within.

They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So I did, I listened closely to the beat of my heart and it always brought me back to you.

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

I love the echoes of a home filled to the rim with poetry, books and art.

Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.

You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with your naked soul.

He loved her like a roaring lion, even when she was most unlovable, and there's a lot to be said for that...that kind of fierce, raging, omnipotent love.

Too much war, hatred and fear in the world.Desperately needed: More art, love and poetry.

Don't think for second you are not a badass warrior. That's precisely your problem, you don't realize how amazingly brilliant and super kickass you are. Your potential is only limited by your mind.

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

She's just a girl who dreams too deeply for this world.

The feeling of being both trapped and free at the same time is the most mind twisting feeling of all.

A man once said of women, "Women are like roads, the more curves, the more fun, exciting and dangerous they are." While the evolved man smiles with class and confidence and says, women with more curves, twists and turns in her mind are the most beautiful, exciting, dangerous creatures alive. And the evolved woman, well, she will accept no less than the evolved man; a man with honor, dignity and depth.

Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

She burns like the sunBeautiful when she comes undoneNo restraintsPure passion flowing through her veinsMadness refusing to be tamed.

My soulmust reachinto the cloudsand touch the beauty of madness.

Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness – dangerous, beautiful darkness.

There is a beastwithin my heart.She plays immaculately with the beauty in my soul.

With poetry, rules are meant to be broken. And that's the beauty of poetry; it's rebellious, like me.

It's her black wings that make her beautiful.

She has one hell of a dark soul,but damn,it’s so full of light!

While they all ink their skin,I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

I have a dark soul, that doesn't mean I don't love the sun, rainbows and things that emphasize the light.

Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.

Kindnessis never weaknessif it has potentialto cause death.So, if you can“kill them with kindness,”the ball is in your court.YOU have the power!

When the world is too much, create your own. I do it everyday.

I'm a tad insane, but I promise you won't forget me.

You are not going to burn out, you're just beginning. You have an entire galaxy of stars burning fiercely inside of you and once the blaze begins it's impossible to annihilate. Passion can't be contained.

I understood the ominous sky because it was so much like you, and I was the sun always willing to burn for our love.

Don't tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn't do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.

Shower the darkness with loveand watch light illuminate.

She doesn't trust easily, but when she does it's always with the devil himself.

I belong with the trees,the wind,the earth beneath my feet.I belong in the land of enchanting things.But mostly,I belong entwined in your kiss,lost,yet wild and free,pure bliss,like poetry.

Leave the comfort of your dark cocoon... Allow your imagination to take flight. Embrace those marvelous magical wings and soar!

Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.

I am an artist, and a rebel one at that. I live in the voluptuous dimension of imagination, so if you're expecting normalcy (dullness) from me, sorry to disappoint, but you're quite mistaken. Ordinary is not my best attire, I've tried it and normal just never fit quite right. I will always be the crazy one who believes in magic, unicorns and impossible dreams. But also love, compassion and empathy.

Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath.

Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

You'll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.

I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

I am skin, but underneath livesfire and stars and wild!

I would rather dance alone under the stars than spend a lifetime hiding behind the moon.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

She's burning and out of control and everything I love about fire.

Save the drama for the queens. Stand alone be a wolf, a rebel, a warrior, a savage, a badass. Be anything but a damn drama queen!

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.

Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.

Learn to use your third eye and you’ll be able to see beyond the sky. There is no limit, except that which you impose upon yourself.