i wish i could hold all your freckles
in the palm of my hand,
(sprinkle them across my body
and drown in them slowly,)

so i could carry a piece of you
with me, always.

The world is a war.
Children can't even play outside anymore.
Bullets fall down as easily as rain,
as fathers and mothers weep from the pain.
No more midnight movies,
or school day fun.
No more trips to the city,
to go on a run.
Bombs blow smoke clouds up in the air,
filling the air with such a despair.
The ground splattered blood red
and Nike Free blue.
Lunch halls with bullet holes
and soaked with spilled juice.
And the playground goes quiet,
just ghosts on the swings.
Not old enough to know what happened,
never even seeing sixteen.
And if you wonder why I worry,
and always want you safe..
It's stories like these,
that really make me pray.

Too scared to write
Because
Someone
Blew up bodies
Today
And no one
Understands

life is a marathon
it isn't easy
it isn't graceful
it isn't pretty
times will come which are so dark
even the sunniest of days feels cold
evil men sow their sins from the shadows
and it stops you in your tracks
like hitting a runner's wall
breathless stinging lungs
scream out against the lack of oxygen
like silent voices mourning a waking nightmare
but even from under the umbra
we might find something
worth redeeming
a helping hand offering us some much needed hydration
or friendly words of encouragement from strangers
life is a marathon
and we can't allow the runner's wall
to stop us from moving forward
for the sakes of our brothers and sisters
who didn't get their fair chance
to cross the finish line

In times of great strife
times when people turn to God
for solace and answers
what are the Godless to do?
It's hard to rationalize evil
when you know it might go unpunished
it makes you question
what's the point of trying to be good
but I think the point is
to live in a way
so that others might see
divine hope through your actions

You sweater has been in my car
for a year, I accidentally used it
at the beach but it still smells like
you, so maybe when I'm braver
Maybe when I'm stronger, maybe
when I'm better, I'll take it out.

really
i thought i was being sold
time share

white suit, black tie, easy voice
clean fingernails and a wedding ring
laughed nervously and never made eye contact

i offered him a cup of coffee
he declined
so i sat down and said
go ahead, sell me on whatever you are selling

that’s when began to talk about heaven

standing up he looked down
i grabbed a bottle of jack and a glass
sat back down

that’s when i began to tell him about hell

his hands were now shaking as i told him about
the time outside my sisters hospital room i said:
**** god
and my mom said
don’t say things like that
and i said it again

he gently interrupted and asked if i
believed in his lord

no, i said, and even if i did,
i’d still tell him to *******

he got up and left, not looking at me once

i didn’t have any cash on me anyways.

I
  ran
        out
               of
                   words
or
     maybe
                  just
                          heart.

bars, brothels and homelessness
broken and blessed
reminds me of a home I used to know...

pax.

never boring
look at that shiny ***
been through hellfire and survived...

pax!