Use
your fear to
understand
your faults.
Use
your courage to
embrace them.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
depression depression depression
Stop it.
Leave.
I is me and
you are you.
Seperate from identity
yet your lies root to my core.
I can't help but listen as
gravity gradually seems heavier
and
heavier.
You can feed on me
that's fine.
Distort my reality
and take my smile.
But you will never take my hope.
The endless source behind the
Truth
Of my soul.
You'll never cease the
I in me.
So form each woe,
but forever is my soul.
Endureth this universe.
Go ahead.
Take me.
depression depression depression
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
The hardest part about life,
is understanding
the essence
of it's simplicity.
Chase what is good,
Overcome your demons.
One by one...
and their voices will fade
as if they never existed
So the only thing remaining is
You
and the Truth.
Stand bare,
Stand transparent.
There is courage in humility.
The power in love
is showing less of you
so you can reveal all of them.
Die to self
and simply
Be.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Your words were erased
through a sandalwood bridge.
This tranquil overlap breezed
subtle sonnets
within the absence
of my
embrace.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
You don't know
you're beautiful
because
he never told you.
You don't know
your words matter
because
he never listened.
You don't know
the strength of your heart
because
he always broke it.
You don't know
you can bloom
because
his words were always a drought.
You don't know
the truth
because
he always lied.
You don't know
because
he never did either,
but i do.
Let me help you find out,
please.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
As you enter into those moments
when your trials oppress you
and you slowly feel the life
being drawn from your bones.
Remember,
that even the trees are meant to enter into seasons
where they lose their leaves and stand defenseless
from the harsh winter winds.
But never forget
that there will always come a time
when they'll finally catch their breath,
as the still spring air hugs them,
and begin their journey of growing into
a taller, more confident kind of presence
with deepened roots and a flourishing canopy
that's ready to waltz with the wind.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
*You should get an Abortion.
It's for the best.
Your life is a wreck,
and you shouldn't want to
invite a child into your mess.
You're eighteen and homeless.
That's too young
to deal with all of this.
You can barely keep a hold
of yourself,
A kid would just make it worse.
It's time to just accept that.*
Those words were once meant for you, mom.
But, for some reason
you didn't listen.
You ignored their logic
and chose to battle through the pain.
You didn't give up.
You fought on.
Got a car, a job, an apartment,
and a way out
of all the things that controlled you.
You didn't give up.
You knew you could be a better person,
and a worthy parent.
Because instead of being
constrained to your past
You used each mistake as a lesson
that slowly started to give you strentgh.
You didn't give up.
You believed in yourself
When no one else did,
and formed your own
path which,
inch by inch,
lead you farther from your fears
and closer to that moment
when you were able to sit
in the auditorium
and watch me graduate with the words
Thank you Jesus
ringing in the back of your head.
(I know they were)
You never gave up,
and look at us now, mom.
Look where we are.
It's a miracle.
We conquered all the odds
and ignored the logic.
Because you never gave up.
I want to be like you.
To face my trials
without any fear.
And when they tell me
to just give up.
To accept defeat.
I won't.
Because you didn't.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Sometimes
I forget to listen
to the melody of your voice,
and your words
become a metronome.
Such
a
brittle
mind.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
It was like the western movie kind of doors.
The kind that would swing back and forth
in a slow creaky kind of way.
The door lead into my kitchen from the living room.
I could tell when mom was angry
because she would use the doors
as a release.
I would watch her bust through them
and then lean against a counter
with her back facing me.
Whenever the subtle creaking noise subsided
from the back and forth motion,
she somehow always found a way
to gain her composure.
Like clockwork.
Except
the one time
that
to this day,
leaves an unsettling
motion of
helplessness.
Back and Forth.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
What if the world was a cold dark place.
What if there are people every day who can't feel love's embrace.
What if our leaders are lying to our face.
What if we can't accept each other because of race.
What if we didn't have the right to choose.
What if God was being used as an excuse for ******
What if everything was falling apart right before our eyes.
What if the world was a cold dark place.
What if.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC