I don't need your arms to hold me,
your blank stares to reel me in.
You can keep your twisted maze of lies,
the end where I begin.
I must forge my chosen path,
it only leads one way.
And shall I cross you wandering,
I'll lead you far away.
You have no place inside my home,
you must go find your own.
I'll show you to my soul's front door,
and reclaim my proper throne.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
pressing ink into pages,
seeking the good in the bad.
it f*king stings as it ages,
what a time that we've had.
these bruises on my heart
make it so tired & tender.
but when I look in your eyes,
they make me remember,
to release all the strife...
hate's soul burning ember.
here is where we are now,
and pure love is the sender.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
Anger held captive in my soul...
Welling up, hot heat, pressure.
Eardrums beat a new rythm...
fast, erratic, unpredictable.
I attempt my familiar waltz...
clumsy, stumbling, aimless feet.
Something that used to ground me,
now hurls me into vacancy.
I need to take dance lessons.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
I float on your breaths
The catalyst for spirit
Rising from depth
Listen, can you hear it?
This is your time, son. Shine.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
You, the cracks in my lips
chapped by winter chill
Me, licking my wounds
only to think of you still
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
Not all LOVE grows straight up and down.
Some winds left, right, all around.
It's power shows, roots deep underground,
rocks crack, soil parts, earth dampens the sound.
Sometimes it emerges, as if Mother's crown,
leaves and colorful petals up on a tree's bough.
For a season it's admired, showing us how
it came from where it was, and went back to be found,
'cause not all LOVE grows straight up and down.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
My thoughts transpire
my true desires,
focus is dire.
I feel higher
than the Empire
State Building
heart singing,
soul gleaming,
love streaming.
This is the only place
that you'll find me dreaming.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
time is an illusion
nothing but a fusion
of thought & emotion
as vast as the ocean
so grab my hand
for experience unplanned
and off we go
freedom to and fro
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
Releasing toxicity, feeling weak in the knees
Such work of the soul can be quite costly
When one opens the mind to the once unseen
A price I'm willing to pay, quite happily
For I now know who I am, times infinity
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Pay attention to the questioning child,
whose eyes are still new to this world.
His inquiries may seem silly, and wild,
but hold many understandings untold.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC