Sending a friend a text
"Is there anything you want prayer for?"
I know I might have just lost you.
But as we both know you were lost from the start.
All I want is for you to be found.
By Christ.
Or rather for Christ to be found by you.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Doing
Anything
Scares me.
Each line
Like tiny needles
Implanted
under my skin
Ready
To explode later
When I go back
To read this.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Mower, with NASA shirt
I wonder what you are thinking
As you hold that handel
As the engine roars
As the grass goes flying
As you enter orbit.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Every.
Little.
Word.
Is like a jab through my ribs of uncertainty
They scare me.
I can't use they well
Why did I ever think I could be a writer?
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Wearings dads old plaid shirt
Tab after tab of Craiglist adds
pet friendly home
rent 650
I'll be leaving soon
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Leaving your place
embrace among smokers
desperately taking their last inhales
Complimentary Lipton tea
I forgot such things exist
covering up the mistake
of hour long stops
turn, turn, bump, lean
This tea can't save my stomach
Yet
I am happy
I was able to exist with you
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
There's no love in a
empty inbox
empty mailbox
empty grasp
There's no love in a
empty smile
empty voice
empty gaze
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
I used to be blue
reflecting off the lover
my water
now it’s so dusty
I can’t even see her.
We used to share rain
like kisses
pure, clean
Now I might as well be throwing
dirt in her face.
I used to be respected
as a sculpture
no one dared to cut into my sides
Now the cutting happens on a daily basis.
They pave their roads into me
cars constantly bruising my skin
What happened to coming to me to heal?
Now you bring your greed and problems here.
I used to be wanted
shinning,
the earth gladly greeted me with green.
People soaking up my rays
now they hid in their houses.
Taking supplements to replace me
then they wonder why they don’t shine
themselves.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
Take your hurt, get your coat and your boots
and lets go out in the rain.
The sky is dark, I’m wet all through
yet why is the rain so beautiful.
We wear our trauma on our hands
and lift them up to the sky
saying “wash it away, oh please wash it away”.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Why do you keep getting used by the wrong people!
put on the safety switch
lock down
and miss the shots
When you are in the right hands
you protect
when you are used wrongly
you ****
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC