My mind begins to cave again
under the weight of every brokenness.
All my walls collapse as I breathe in
There is death inside this oxygen.
I called into my suffering.
My crying voice, I heard return to me.
Crumbled wall compose a symphony
With the echos of my disbelief.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
Are you the one who’s waiting
Here to save me?
Maybe you could change my mind.
Are you seeing what I see
when you stand beside me?
Maybe you could save my life
And see me beautiful.
When all of my colors have turned out wrong
paint a picture of me with your mind.
Build a gallery for me to reside
And keep me.
Walk my rows from time to time,
hold the hope I’ll come alive.
Break my frames, breathe in my life.
Break my frames, breathe in my life
And see me beautiful.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 10:41 PM UTC
Unto you the whole earth be given.
By Devine breath, that which is dust
Be brought into the realm of the living.
Through love created, by wisdom designed
Intentionally in the Lord’s own image.
What is it to you that seems pleasing to
Eat? What limits you now will no longer
If you would reach out your hand to
the fruit and feast on that which is withheld.
What matter of conscience deters you?
What causes you to hesitate?
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
The stars have all hidden behind
clouds tonight. The moon stands on her own.
Though the clouds will show no silver line,
still the Earth expects the moon to glow.
She longs for morning to cover her
to keep her lesser light unknown.
But the Earth, clouds, and stars concur:
Tonight the moon should stand alone.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
I want for you to tell me
how far that we have traveled
point out the faces passing by.
'Some will not be familiar
some have passed on with time
but you're the one that saved my life.
I wrote you this
though I'm so tired.
I know that I'll see you again.
I'm holding on
for these last miles.
This road is coming to an end.
Tonight
meet me there
tonight
where you found me.
At the end of the road.
Tonight
meet me there
tonight
I want you by me
because I can't go alone
I hoped that you'd Stay with me
in places marked with shadow.
I tried so hard, but couldn't hide.
I hoped that you'd remember
my name even when I lied
and walk back with me to the light.
I wrote you this.
And I'm so sorry!
I know I failed the first time.
Please come again,
stay for the journey.
I need you here to say goodbye.
Tonight
meet me there
tonight
where you found me
when I spoke the first time.
tonight
meet me there
tonight
I want you by me
when I say goodbye.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
You can't stay down
there's nothing there to see
But the sun could never rise
without first setting over me.
We don't like to think
in terms of staying down.
the sky is just my ceiling
and the hardwood floor
becomes my solid ground.
I stay down.
No soil here
No roots had ever grown.
The sun could be shining in
but I have got no seeds to sow.
We don't like to think
in terms of staying down.
No growth to produce purpose.
In shadows, even
the sun begins to doubt.
I am down
As I lay on my floor,
where I can only look up,
specks of paint on my ceiling
seem more like stars from where I am
resting in the dust.
I trust that the cold floor on my back,
next to my bed will remind me that
there is always space to move some.
Even if ceiling specks are all
that show up in the dark.
Smudges and shadows
pretending to be stars.
Both of us are wishing
to be more than what we are.
I am wishing on them-
my celestial specks, feigning
a well of wealth
I am feigning
that all is well.
Laying where
the shadows fell.
So that nobody
can see me down.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
If I had a name
I would keep it to myself
If I had a face
you wouldn't know me as well
If I was a person
you would love me
but its worse than
not existing
if i'm just living
for the essence
of what you look for in the present
I'm no futuristic lesson
I've got no story to tell.
If I had a story
I would take out all the bits
about the pain
Unless the sorrow builds up glory
then I would tell it until
the world gave me a name.
But it's worse than
not existing.
I wan't to be known
despite myself.
Is there anybody listening?
If not, I guess
I'm better off without...
Don't stay awake,
I function like a machine
That I better understand
without anybody hearing
Don't try read,
it's just a song that i sing
break my enigma,
now I know what I mean.
Is anybody looking through the
Is anybody looking through the
Is anybody looking through the fame?
Is anybody tending to the
Is anybody tending to the
Is anybody tending to the flame?
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
Can I know you?
What I see is a hand
that slams and scatters
dust, children of a world
left alone and battered.
Is this the life that you breathe?
or is it just my inferior logic?
This this would seem to me to be
your power play to take away
and intimidate with the flame-
Fire breather verses artless offender.
No contender could hope to withstand,
least the child you hold in your hand.
Ask, "Who do you say that I am?"
As the platform begins to turn
rolling over voices needing to be heard.
"Don't let us go down to the pit
where your fires of vengeance are lit
let me live.
Let me live.
How have I come to believe
that this is the fire you breathe?
I fight the heat!
If you breathe out life
I bleed out my frustration!
Immortalized
in these wounds of hatred.
it would seem to me
that this breath is a fire you've wasted.
And doesn't that just make us the same then?
I would look to the fire
to light up solemn spaces,
but it's behind the flame
that you've hidden your face and
the lie that I find:
that the fires refining.
But it just seems to me now
that the fire is dying,
demystifying.
And I can't sit with this,
surrounded by shadows of stranger faces
as your fire begins to dim.
I am left alone in the silent places
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
The Queen of heaven, she is a serpent
and the dust would be her home to reside
had I not so ardently reached out my
hand beneath her in order to arise
a spectral form from my sagacious snake.
A wraith, a shadow of what is divine-
a simple trick that fools a simple mind.
For from the dust she spoke in lofty terms
much beyond my scope of comprehension.
Half truths unquestioned are riddles affirmed
as wisdom. Deliberate ignorance
was my fall, and so her power affirmed.
Shall I now toil to flee from her
forevermore, a prison I have earned.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Wind beneath my wings
is not really wind at all,
It's ******* coffee
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC