I’ve got so much
There are days when I feel so much.
Times my reflection seems whole.
A ripple that bounces back complete.
Everything I’ve got is fused and social
There are days I feel so much.
A road that seems cyclical
It’s around the bend coming back around
There’s no time in a day to solve or evolve
There are days when I feel so much.
Addressed many complexities
Thought through but not fully reached
The story that’s never finished.
There are days when I feel so much.
True to myself yet not fully satisfied
It’s a dull shimmer or a blazing fire
I cannot put my finger on it
There are days I feel so much.
My soul aches and it spills over my eyes
I don’t think anyone sees
I’m a whole vibration can’t they feel me though?
There are days when I feel so much.
I’m tired of waiting.
For a love story but I am the ending never ending
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
Rest your head on my shoulder.
Don’t overthink it.
I’ve already messed up time.
Missed steps.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
I want to see you with someone and know how we are not to be.
The crush on you is my forgotten dreams.
I no longer want to fantasize of our to be.
It's not even begun but it's a dream within my dream
Whenever I'm in a building with you I'm longing to feel connected to you. I don't want to.
I want to erase my crush and let it crush me. Every look with every look I look within I see me then in you. Crushed
My dreams see you and me
it's a slow let go
until I see you with her happy
You don't know me
I'm not meant to be called yours
I am only a flicker in your peripheral vision and you're etched within my cerebral.
A crush is only a crush because it crushes the soul
Rejection
never given
a chance to
be rejected.
May it be
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC
There is a depth to her wild, untapped.
A poetic spring over-flowing with potential.
Pain surrounds her, though it's a process she endures.
For goodness sake.
The stories shared are incomplete.
Not waiting for anything
She knows it is too late.
All for goodness sake.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
She cannot erase the images burned on her soul.
She remains quiet, her memories shake her to the core.
Can she forget to remember?
The pain takes hold and the anger remains.
Like a bitter remnant she thinks has gone far away.
Come to find out it is near not elsewhere.
In her mind, the tantalizing thoughts echo.
She won't try to justify the sin or live unrepentant.
Her soul like a scissortail perched on a Highline wire.
She is flightless despite knowing how to fly.
There is an eager expectant energy she cannot deny.
Her tail keeps her balanced with such grace.
Her wisdom is found in this place.
A wild abandon saturated with untapped potential.
Time is not running out. Intimacy is in her control.
She learned to cope with the worst rejection
Grown in definition defined by dissertation.
Innocence is fleeting, stolen in the blink of an eye.
Relationships are all we have when we die.
Can she forget to remember?
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
Learn to live and go on with what you know.
Beliefs may change but you'll always grow.
When times get hard and you can't grasp your need.
Remember your child inside forget all the greed.
Loved ones you'll always cherish
Whether they've vanished
You will feel their presence
Guarding you from violence.
Support your loved once choices.
Be there for them if they hear voices.
People change and surroundings adapt for the better.
Remember always trust is like a feather.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
Once was only abuse, fear, neglect
burst into a legacy of faith, free will of intellect.
She knows men, her pain is fleeting
She has learned rejection thy objectify her shamelessly.
We were never equal, fighting seems hopeless
Ruled by a system, no courtship towards justice.
You never know you can only speculate
Your depth is shallow you can no longer intimidate.
Food for thought they say but her brain space is full
Obese with so much junk it has left her uncomfortable.
What is this? A joke? How can it be?
Reality seems elusive, a mixed insanity.
Her fingers tremble, like a cold bitter night in the desert.
Nothing in sight but the rolling hills of parched earth.
She is an enigma laying there stunned listening to the mix.
Her soul is a paradox because of all the experience.
Everything is slipping away and she knows this.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
I'm cold
I'm tired
sleepy and afraid
It's coming
The virus
Coming to tell
A story
about the children
what they feel
How they see
Isolation
Quarantine
Starting over again
Words, Live
What will they tell?
Are the words going to be,
sad, lonely, depressed?
Or truth, hope, peace,
faith and love?
I heard it like this
"Faith is not a lever I pull
for God to make it stop,
Faith is a lens I look through to see
That God has been there
the whole time."
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
#MoffettStrong2020
Do you know that passion you get to give your best?
The deep-down drive propelling you forward?
I watched, I listened, I participated.
I have seen passion and pain unfold.
Coming upon a year when the rain took away our schools, homes, businesses, city by the city just washed away.
Passion and pain unfolded
Do you know that passion to give it your all
We all stood together determined we would not let the other fall.
Eight days passed and hope came
pushed back the water so we'd begin.
Passion and pain unfolded
Do you know that passion to give your best?
The deep-down desire propelling you forward?
I watched, I listened, I participated
I have seen passion and pain unfold
You could have seen it in the people's eyes
Rising with each passing hour.
All the little eyes and ears
they watched, they listened, they participated.
There was no covering them to prevent them from knowing.
Loss, uncertainty, questions unanswered.
They saw the passion and the pain unfold.
All the details are important only for God to see because what character came after is what strengthened everyone to rise again.
Each person uniquely gifted with an assigned challenge.
All the details are only important for God to see.
This muddy mess, broken to pieces took all of the passion and pain everyone could gather. We built something beautiful on a foundation of blood, tears, and faith.
I watched, I listened, I participated
Passion and pain unfold.
Nothing is keeping us from growing, it is a faith united #moffettstrong because we face each struggle together, prayer first, a strategy later. Now our school year is cut short.
Loss, uncertainty, questions unanswered.
We've seen passion and pain unfold.
The day will come and I don't know when or where;
quarantine and isolation will tell a story out of the mouths of these little eyes and ears, as they watch, they listen, and they see the passion and pain unfold.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
It is interesting that people bleed.
Deep on the inside where we cannot see.
We all have been cut
it starts from day one from our mothers gut.
Umbilical cord supplying all our nutrients
Giving us freedom only to forget it.
Don't bleed on others I've heard it said
The hurt so deep; learning how to live.
Time does not do the healing in a wound
It takes a considerable amount of love.
From when I took my first breath
I am learning love is not supposed to be tough.
What I hope is one day I won't shudder when I remember.
But I would speak of my pain with purpose and venture.
To proclaim the importance of believing and healing.
The cut circumvent, makes loving me more easy.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC