You opened the door and I instantly got suckedinto your eyes like tiny vacuums.

Your presence resembles a dirty martini,she only drinks it when she’s thirsty.

You can't write a poem until you live.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much for a poem?

I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath?

when you're a poetyou can dish out whatever'son your mind and you don't have toapologize for it