There’s nothing quite as visceral
as the hate that burns your heart,
breaks your soul, and leaves you
feeling empty.
There’s nothing quite as powerful
as the radical self love you learn,
that builds your dreams, lifts
your spirit, and fills your cup.
There is light within all darkness:
we must embrace both to make it through.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
I never much cared for
the weight of my body
crashing on top of tired
feet and clumsy knees.
I prefer the more intense pain:
muscle fibers ripping to bits
and tired limbs collapsing
under pressure. It feels
more natural that way...
a mirror of how my life
was before I put myself
together again.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
Time has a way of
sealing our fate before
we ever realize the
countdown began.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
I'd rather hold onto
the memories of people
gone than try to untangle
the broken strings.
I've never been the best
at delicacy or alusiveness.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
My poems never made
much sense while they
float around my head.
Just useless words stitched
together to dig deep
at some inner beast
that roars in my soul.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Killing my dreams is
something you never
planned on. It's just
collateral damage from
your inability to get
your ******* **** together.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
What's easier for you?
Picking a fight with someone
you love or facing the war
inside your mind.
I choose neither.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
Lips are some of the
fiercest gates to Hell
that I've ever seen.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
It makes sense to me
that bathrooms here
and far have seen some of
the truest honesty any
single person can offer.
Here, I'm offered privacy
rarely found any place other
than a white throne of
solitude and forced self
reflection.
Maybe a sanctuary too,
but not like a church. A
place quiet to let a piece
break without someone to
intervene and ruin the
facade we're all trying
too hard...too long to hold on.
But today, I'll lean my heavy
thoughts on the grey box and
let blemishes slip to the floor.
If only I had a cushion.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
If you asked me today
what type of person I am
I would probably brush off
any attempt of praise.
Today, I am a disappointment:
a failure of many facets.
Too much of this and far
too little of that, I can't bring
myself to choke that down.
Not today, anyway.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC