Sometimes I crave the solid ground of rock bottom The peace in knowing, the ground cannot move from beneath me anymore It is a place to rest my head a place to look at the height of the sky and wonder when it'll fall The comfort of stiff assurance these rocks provide make me wonder…
Have you never whispered prayers that should have been yelled? Traced lines on your fingertips, wondering if they are a map leading you to life's simple questions like why you are here and why now? Made figures out of clouds and hoped the others see it too? melted in the heat of anthers love?…
When I told her I loved her How was I to know it would build a mountain in my chest 11 days after we met I told her That I was willing to look into her eyes for the rest of my life Whatever wars come her way, she would have me a a soldier…
She always followed me home The further we drove the same distance she appeared They say she’s a reflection of the sun I say her light is self-sufficient Her purpose is to remind us that even in darkness there is light Even when she is reNewing herself Hiding away from Earth She is…
She has the self worth of a candle who believes it is a wildfire enough to make a ditch into a hill a hill into a mountain with a raise of her hand
At some point, I decided I wasn't worth knowing. My limbs desperately grasped at the wind while my body yearned for touch Seeds of potential spilled on the concrete My mask fused to my skin under the heat of others opinions This quarter century has taught me two things; Flowers grown in my…
A hello to new love feels like a wave goodbye to herself The domain she calls her skin must let another in Another in the seat of her emotions, their hands controlling the wheel I like you's sound like gun shots I love you's sound like sin Her nakedness a white flag in…
The arrogance. How quick we are disillusioned. The exaggerated sense of our abilities to control every outcome. We pray; to crystals, gods and ourselves, oh so arrogant. Before the fire, where I lost the things that never loved me back anyways, I was confident my next step would be stable, that safety awaited me around…
I promised myself to never be baptized in the waves of abundance forgetting that water is not served fresh in everyone's cup slowly washing away todays debris from my skin, the water shooting from our pipes in rushes to be reunited with its vessel forgetting not everyone has the privilege of banishing their blood sweat…
Tonight, I write. To write is to pray, and this is where I find my flow. A thing those who tell others how to live experience as "a state of time-bending joy". My consumption of self-help knowledge is somewhat problematic, but we'll talk about that later. The goal of this blog is to set my…
