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…
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…
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…
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
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…
The world says Emotion is ugly So… You cut out your eyes So tears can’t fall You cut out your voice So the words can’t come You cut off your hands So you can’t wring them You cut off your legs So you can’t crumple Only then will they say Wow You’re so beautiful I…
I kept beating it down My voice and its words To murder it into silence No thoughts, no thoughts Empty the passions Empty the knowledge Empty the fat ego Light the matches Then Let those things burn I’ve always been a super emotional person. Too much. Too much. It took years to train my external…
The moment You realize Something You thought Mattered Doesn’t really Matter Because the Mattering Only became a Matter In the sense That it Mattered To them And now That it Doesn’t really Matter To them You realize It became Something that Matters Deeply to you Because It reminds you How much it Matters That you…
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