In how many ways
can I be broken
rejected and forgotten
misplaced and lost
before I come in arms
of your presence?
Holding me
as if you were the one
incomplete without me!
You stitch me back together
fearfully knitted
wonderfully made
in the mightiest of ways
my weakness perfected
in your grace.
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 8:37 PM UTC
The connective tissue
between our humanity
is what sustains my hope in it
It is the instincts we act upon
to protect the ones we love
the humility we show
when we cry into someone’s arms
remind us of how fragile we are
because sometimes
all I’m really looking for is someone
who can hold my fragility
and still love me for it
even when I break
After all
our life is fleeting away
with each palpitation
bouncing against the brittle
walls of our hearts
is a spectacle of God’s love
desperately longing to be acted upon
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 3:51 PM UTC
I watched as the world around me
shivered beneath the snow
until finally the blessed sun brought its favor
The earth
welcomed its face
shining upon it and all the life it held
was bearing fruit of its long awaited spring
The riverbanks
found their voice again
as the water applauded against its currents
The birds
sang from their thawed lungs
a song that reminded me of
how far I had come
to finally see the world around me
become alive again
I whistled along with nature’s tune
delighting in how
this season will pass too
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 2:10 AM UTC
Here’s the thing about psychedelics
You’re stripped down bare naked and alone
to face your demons one after one
but it’s only then you realize
they’re not these scary formidable beings
your mind made them out to be
and each one teaches you
something new about yourself
that you may have lost or forgotten along way
it’s a beautiful journey from within
that only the brave are willing to take
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
Don’t let life get too busy
that you don’t pause and appreciate
the tiny moments
that made you feel the most alive
We can get so detached with all of our fears
and worries this world empties into us
with our big jobs and big goals
just these empty sacks of nothingness
and ******** to feed our egos
How little we know!
about the quiet moments
we share with loved ones
mean for our soul
they fill our cups up with a joy
that always overflows
They make the weight of the world you feel
on your shoulders light enough
that you can carry on your own
they’re the subtle moments that you feel
the most in tune with your soul
Cherish those moments
worship them if you can
they’re what’s keeping you alive
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
I’ve never made you laugh
but I wish that I knew how to
I’m just too clumsy to be a comedian
I always fumble with my words
at the beginning of the joke
tripping over the fear
that you might not laugh
leaving me alone
in an overcrowded room of regret
Yet you’ve given me a stage and a mic
so I can prove myself wrong
with you sitting there
in the front row of empty seats
I can see you wearing a smile
that sends a tsunami wave through my chest
as I’m left standing there drenched
with my heart lost at sea
telling jokes about love... is not easy
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
You make my soul blush
You make my heart sing
Your spirit is incomparable
You are an intoxicating human being
in the best and worst of ways
just the way you talk
makes me want to listen to everything you have to say
watching each word drip from your lips like untainted honey
You can make the mundane beautiful
I remember when I made you laugh for the first time
I don't even remember what I said
but I'll never forget how it made me feel
for a moment I felt like the most important person in the world
it was then when I knew you were special
You possess a extraordinary spirit
filled with an undefeated joy
for life and all that lives
and a heart made of gold
that radiates for the world to see
never stop trusting it
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
Why is it so hard to accept loneliness?
We are only what we allow ourselves to be, so I shouldn't feel like I need someone but I do and that makes me feel empty.
I am worthy of joy and happiness but I blindly try to find ways to avoid it.
It's about time to accept that I'm not going to be someone's "Prince Charming".
I'm not going to be the one that comes to save the day, nor should I.
People are selfish creatures and always will be.
Why should I be any different?
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Remember when we were kids and how we used to play inside boxes? No, literally. We were so clever, and powerful, that we could have the time of our lives playing inside of a box.
We would effortlessly transport to other worlds and transform ourselves to be anything we wanted. We genuinely believed, with every ounce of our hearts, that we could be and do anything that we could put our minds to.
So what the hell happened to us? Have we really changed that much?
Or have those same boxes become more real than we ever imagined?
It all starts with our first day of school. We are thrown from one box to the next:
"Oh you didn't fit in that box? Here, try fitting into this one instead."
Boxes and boxes of stuff. The same stuff we are told will give our lives meaning yet we are left miserably confused when we realize that it doesn't.
All of our lives we are taught to think that we're growing up, but we're not. We're simply just changing boxes. Ignorant to the intimate parts of us that we carelessly leave behind.
In the end, we gave away our innocence to gain experience, our freedom to be taught obedience. We stood by and watched our curiosity flattened by our deepest fears. What we're left with is this isolated existence we've become enslaved to obey and never question.
I believe it's this inescapable system of life that rots us from the inside out. The only thing that saves us is death. In fact, the only thing natural about our death is that we simply accept it.
After all these years and decades spent in boxes, we learn that death is our only way out.
Is this really how life's suppose to be?
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Every aspiring artist knows
how to silence the voices
in their head–– by turning them into art.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC