Sunday morning Sitting at the edge of my bed Hands fold in my lap and then covering my eyes Like the rain outside my tears fall into my lap On to my notebook Smudging my words like twisted memories I want to understand I want to see things through your eyes but you won’t tell…
I want to walk outside Walk deep into the ocean and keep walking Riding the waves falling heavy into the tides Just like I fell in love with you Humming tunes that seagulls understand while wearing my heart like an albatross Fully on my sleeve Broken or not The pieces creating a wrinkled map The…
I have a dark stain on my soul but you are outright evil Like sun burnt sunflowers begging for life Taking what your given Love, hearts, and hands and then twisting them like a scheming alchemist to your own intention Your words spread lies that would embarrass Judas Your voice spreads misinformation and misdirection like…
Listen to me talk in circles and talk about touching you. Wait, what? It’s not quite what it seems, I promise. It’s my first vlog. A lot of readers have been asking me to post a weekly vlog, so I’ll try.
An ocean of regret swallows me as I fight for each breath My anxiety and depression push me under each wave likes masked bandits robbing me of my life My time Our time is so short and here I am in a self-induced coma afraid to step out of my own front door Afraid to…
Sometimes it’s hard giving up a piece of your soul. It’s where I write from. It’s who I am. Sometimes I give a lot, sometimes just enough but it’s always hard to give the stuff I write a chance to see the light of all of you. It’s like my soul stands naked in the…
As much as you hate me You hate yourself more You can tell lies and place blame …but blame from the level of your soul That’s where the truth hides You want the world to shine You want love and happiness You toss people aside like trash …you don’t care from the level of your…
The street is lined in candles and stained in blood Brothers killing brothers Cops killing and being killed Our souls are stained We are all paying for the sins of the past Fingerprints on our soul Hands from the past holding us back We feel comfortable blaming it on guns or race The only privilege…
Alone Starving for life Left foot forward into the Pacific I stand arms over head calling out to the Universe I dance with serendipity through its glorious splendor Covered by a blanket of stars that is serenity Free and alive once again I am blessed in her love
