RECONCILED
I reconciled an old wound As I slept and dreamed Old regrets never resolved Played out and laid to rest
HELL LIVES INSIDE 3 a.m.
I think God takes naps at 3 in the morning. It’s when I feel the most alone. The most broken. The most… scared. I remember the morning I had decided I should die. That moment is a part of who I am today. I think Death stalks me now. It won’t let me forget. Every…
WHAT IF I FALL
I’ve been feeling Like a river Flowing over And around Slowly meandering Then racing Past faces and places Before flying Headfirst As waterfalls do To the next place I’m called to flow
A HEAD FULL OF RUBBISH
Looking for a room to rent Something that can hold A whole lot of random Toxically rusty thoughts Tragically tarnished ideas And half written feelings My room is overflowing So I need a place soon Willing to pay a premium Because silence is golden And the world is too full Of noise these days And…
OH MY GOSH… FINALLY
It’s been so long coming and now that it’s here I don’t even know what to say except oh my gosh… finally. My new website is up and I really hope you visit, look around, share it, and tell me what you think. Be honest because I need to hear it. I started painting when…
I DID A THING
http://www.instagram.com/reel/CzhvbLVOWFE/ I spent time doing something today that has caused much anxiety. I sat up a table and accompanied a friend to a fair where I tried to sell some of my art. What if I don’t sell anything? Everyone who wants me to fail will laugh. People might feel sorry for me. I’ll have…
PAINTING RAINBOWS
I chased rainbows When I was young Never caught one But a boy Kissed me For a quarter A mean girl Punched me And said I was mean I crashed my bike Cut off my toe Stepped on glass Burned my hands Sewed through My thumb I stopped Chasing rainbows And painted my own And…
USING WORDS
The words scatterA mixed crowd, jumbledLumped, piled, heapedAnxiously awaitingThe big fightThe standoffBetween literalAnd metaphoricalBoth weighing inFor contextFor clarityFor intentIn their own cornersReady to fightTo defend, to defeatTo stand victoriousReady to take homeThe glory that comesFrom a story well told
ASH AND DUST
A million little things Fall through the gaps Too many seconds ticking So much landscape escaping Yawning so wide Sucking in wind Measured by time Pulling my heart Shaped hour glass Closer and closer To the edge Begging me to jump To the other side Before the seconds Turn into hours And I’m nothing But…
FOGGY DAYS
I awaken to fog Like wooly fleece Or curdled milk I breathe it in And it clogs My airways It absorbs into All my pores And I leave The house With fog In my veins
