When the heart is open
insecurity of being dissipates
potential become endless
to create, grow, and share
materialize
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Heavy is the hand that holds the cleaver.
Heavy is the hand owned by the weaver.
Heavy is the hand, which dictates each sway.
Heavy is the hand that leads the way.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
It continues to rain
My eyes are dry
I am still in love with you.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 9:55 AM UTC
As I projectile ***** into a ***
It's the memories of you that
Keep coming up.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 9:48 AM UTC
Oh the burn,
the sting of a haunting memory
that cannot be numbed.
The flames are spreading.
I am on fire. This memory is hell.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:15 AM UTC
My heart scares you away
At least that's what I tell myself
It's not my lack of affection
Or my self centeredness
My heart
It scares you away.
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 4:33 AM UTC
If I were a bird, i would not fly away.
If I were a fish, i would refuse to swim.
If I were your love, i would give in.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC