there’re certain kinds of metals I can carry in my mind
I like to think they break me out of shells that seem to bind
but every time I heat them, they turn nothing into gold
instead they leave me living all the stories I have told
there’re certain kinds of people I can carry without fail
because reciprocation is the way in which we sail
my boat is not a burden, neither is the raging sea
instead it’s like a sister who has grace for all of me
there’re certain kinds of metals — ones you count on, ones you don’t
I like to think I hold onto the ones that help me sow
the gold in me is silver but my silver keeps in mind
I’ll always be a metal you can never change with time
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
I’ll take your judgment, raise you Grace
put subtle glow upon your face
I’ll take the stories you don’t want
rework them in a different font
I’ll tinker with your broken thoughts
and dress them up with all I’ve got
I’ll send them back to you in hopes
that you can see they are not tropes
I’ll take your dullest, most mundane
and let it be that which sustains
you bled my feelings not my soul
but now it’s Time to make us whole
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:07 PM UTC
I want all the options and all of the time
I want to let choices take space in my mind
I want to know something, not nothing at all
I want there to be a safe net if I fall
I don’t want the options, I want all the time
I want to let choices be boundaries I find
I want to know nothing but everything, too
I want to be safe when I am around you
I want to be present when you’re not okay
I want you to love me past all of my pain
I don’t want to rush you, I need you to know
I want you to be so okay on your own
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
if I can’t be your mountain peak, I will a valley be
I’d rather lower low than go, choose mediocrity
the people and the places upon which you cannot sow
have never shared a common thread with anything I know
if I can’t be your valley, I will never be your peak
I’d rather be the soil you felt underneath your feet
the people and the places upon which you can plateau
have always been the ones and twos I’d rather leave alone
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
the smoke between the grassy knolls came floating back to me
I set them all on fire but I couldn’t let them leave
I needed all their vigor and I wanted all their pain
to teach me how to lead in such a certain kind of way
a way that only lightened every load I had to bear
and taught me how to read between the lines that aren’t there
a certain kind of lighter set my mental state ablaze
I never thought you’d ever say, “I needed you today.”
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 8:07 PM UTC
I walked around the world one day in hopes I’d find some rest
I let my body wander off, put my soul to the test
I found a lot of vacancies, the likes of which I’d seen
not only in some people’s minds, but every place I’ve been
avoidance, anger, bitterness was everywhere I went
an overwhelming spirit with a lack of sense of self
I tuned in like a hummingbird, I hovered near and close
but started flying backwards when my mind was in the know
“personas aren’t people,” I concluded in my mind
it’s fun to want to play them but it’s such a waste of time
I walked around the world again but didn’t wander off
I let my body tell me when it finally had enough
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
I left my body broken on the corner of a street
where I watched people pass me by but Jesus spoke to me
He picked up all the energy I never knew I had
and gave it all right back to me so He could hear me laugh
He fed me like a fisherman, He gave my soul some rest
I leaned in to His presence and my heart could beat again
He was not a Samaritan but actually, He was -
- The One Who never passed me by, the One Who is pure Love
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
I looked down at my belly and I only saw myself
a baby I was growing in a body that was hell
what little strength I had in me, I transferred it to you
July decided for me — I’d be mother, tried and true
I looked down at my belly when I felt you coming close
at which point my anatomy was telling me, “don’t go”
what little faith I had in me, I prayed it over you
July decided for me — that was what I had to do
I looked down at my belly when I birthed you into life
and found myself believing I could handle any strife
what little hope I had in me, I spread it far and wide
July decided for me — I’d be mother three more times
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 12:34 AM UTC
when we hopefully, simply, by living
and by loving and laughing enough
can outgrow all the mindsets we’ve been in
then the bellow within us can’t huff
when we hopefully, simply, by living
and by matching the patience of Time
can unlearn even one single pattern
then the bellow within us subsides
when we hopefully, simply, by living
and by welcoming change like a breeze
can begin to adore every human
then the bellow within us is free
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
I’ve ten feral fingers, I’ve ten feral toes
I’ve dipped them in things with whole body and soul
I’ve questioned intentions, but not of my heart
I always make sure it beats right from the start
I’ve one feral body and one feral mind
that the God I worship gave to me, in kind
I used to pass judgment, I used to forget that what people go through defines them much less
than all of their body’s ten fingers and toes
and all of the feral inside of their souls
they are not what feels right or looks to be real
they’re every emotion they know when to feel
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC