There is a collective pain A bleary faucet that flows Spiritual hand me downs Into our hearts and souls Born empty and open Waiting to be filled As the pain begins to drip From one ancestor To the next. To the next. The unhealed wounds Broken and bleeding Into you and me Into all of…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
I reconciled an old wound As I slept and dreamed Old regrets never resolved Played out and laid to rest
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…
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
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…
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
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…
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
The sky disappeared The world has faded Voices once loud Are soft and muted Passion spilled out In inks and paints A world created To drown the noise And I wonder Am I leaving slowly Am I doing it again Part of me Is disappearing Slowly but surely Into the silence I’m creating Man… I’ve…
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