She tried to fade by holding her breath,
But yet he rescued her with a laugh.
He'd awoken a fire, set her soul ablaze...
To give her faith that she was the light that could ***** out darkness.
The kind that plagues the bones.
But what did she know, those stories in her head were so familiar.
It's like a merry go round of faded images with rewritten captions,
That covay fallacies all of which were imaginary.
Her bones tainted, faith shattered but she still fought for love.
His heart sang a song that only she could hear.
It's a lesson that within pain is love and deeper understanding.
Life is truly the pursuit of love, where you find happiness you find the thing you love.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Its constant melancholy living in a city.
Your contained between faded yellow lines and blinking red lights.
I yearn for the crisp January moon that isn't drowning in faded street lights and exhaust fumes.
I miss staring out into the misty meadow damp with dew
where fawns grazed lightly and I tip toed away.
Where is the forest that I used to wander,
where I got lost on trails with my father.
Our hearts are wild,
that's why their caged.
But this heart can't be tamed...
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Deflated like the air mattress below me;
a haze was spinning within my head.
Inhale... exhale it said,
come closer if you will.
For this night is vacant and lonesome,
come give me a thrill.
I battled within my sheets,
for space with my anxiety to sleep.
Turned to counting rhythm and beat
of the broken teenagers on the street.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
maybe the meaning of life is to never stop exploring and learning.
to be one with what is real and resort back to what we were mean't to be...
wild.
humans striving for something,
not just breathing and living for nothing.
give reason to living,
be part of something.
life is bigger than you can see
or comprehend.
open your eyes to what is really at hand.
join the pursuit of understanding
what it is to human,
the pursuit of what it is to be.
all i need is faith and what God gave me.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
He jumps forward
she free flows through the sound
the yelling surrounds her
slowly as she hit the ground
Baby I love you,
she recalls as she brushes her knees.
Her son grabs his father
tears rushing down his face
its an all true reality
from love to hate
I've seen the bruises
I've seen the scars
of broken children with doubt in their heart
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
Look at that.
You see that!?
The fog rising from the valley,
the river winding,
disappearing around the bend.
The mountains like a card castle,
fragile yet mighty.
Lonesome yet the least lonely.
For the moss beneath your feet is living, the soils leaching, and goats leaping and breathing.
On top the crest you lay your head. Eyes turned to the north,
as flickering lights turn to a dusty milky way.
My heart outstrecthed, vulnerable for the Lords taking.
I believe in your beauty but they think im faking.
My dreams are your dreams,
My riches are your riches,
My love is your love,
My heart is your heart.
Amen.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Little money.
No bed to rest your body.
Just boxes of your life
waiting to move again and again...
Packed away are my anxieties.
The pressure within my head.
The lump within my throat.
I would cry if I didn't choke.
I hear the children,
they pray to be older, pray to be 23.
Little do the see the domino effect from abuse to sobriety.
Struggles come bundled like presents under the tree.
I tell myself tomorrow will rise a better me.
It's hard to let go, the stress from the outside to within.
Tell myself tomorrow I will rise a stronger woman.
I will rise mighty with the grace of the Lord.
It will be alright...
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Here it goes
She dips low
Under the covers
Of youth under fire
Passion fueled by desire
Burn your dreams
hot knives on the stove
Nothing in the refrigerator
A memo to call mom later
The stains on your carpet
Your love waits in the market
The one you'll never meet
Because you were too busy
Tweaking on the street
Oh the bitter sweet irony
Of your fathers words
Just another wild girl
With wanderlust
Wandering from day to day
Lust for a man who pays
Lost in sea of her own tears
She fades with the sun
Month after month
Year after year
Another chain reaction daughter
Who grew up without a father
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
The truth is hard to swallow
when your facing your fate between a rock and a hard place.
Your hands tainted with the soil you reap
when the bottle is the only company you keep...
Come close to me
whisper your fears and worries
ill release you of your pain
The etchings in your palm of the passing years
weigh heavy on your soul,
your ghastly glow
in the shadows of dusk
as you fade back to dust.
The moment
when it all fades away
when your real life shows
it plays like a cinema...
a sold out show
a story of many
the addiction that steals souls
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
tires squeal
1... 2... 3...
breathe.
the moments collapse into each other
as the memories fill the streets
the refraction of hope
off the glass of shattered dreams
3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second, stop
soul flees the body
for your heart stopped
the world continued to spin
even when your world proceeded to stop
one second sooner
one second later
consequence of choices
the youthful invisibility
becomes reality
when their memory fills the empty space
all because of one choice
one too many...
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC