#crownedsaint
i almost want to laugh at how much i wanted you
sleepless nights. countless.
wondering if I was even a thought on your mind.
if ever the possibility of us fluttered with one beat.
544 days
even if it was for a split second, in a prayer or a curse
you were there. marring everything that i'd built
*
it's funny. He always gives us what we need.
all i needed was something to sully this fabricated sustenance that i wanted so badly to believe in
&
here it is.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Thought I was on the up
But here I am in the deepest abyss my heart has yet to see
Although fairly familiar
Where light is needed to relieve from this torture
This disconnect
from the outside world & everything that is good & delightful
Feels eons away
•
The turn birthed when you came back
I thought you’d never leave, but thank God my heart fails to gambol at the thought of you - finally
Maybe time does heal some wounds
+crowned saint
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Thank God for breath
Brush teeth
Pray
Shower
Think of you.
Moisturize
Eat
Take vitamins
Pray again
Think of you.
Text
Practice French
Walk
Current events
Think of you.
Bus
E or J
Hello poetry
Emails
Think of you.
You color the banal
therefore, I
Think of you.
+crowned saint
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
A simple stroke stemming from a heart-planted seed
Ice white and sky blue freezing every generated thought to one with its chills
Intertwining shades of brown fuchsia splattered to a black space - manifesting into dreams
Blue, yellow, and purple churning with hydrochloric acid forming butterflies
Pulse shooting through into the darkened mesosphere darkening fuchsia's mark
Darkened fuchsia turned deep red lustful passion
An unfathomable crescendo beading sweat with final strikes
Reaching the thermosphere - revealing an exclusive sight of our aurora
It hangs in the gallery "Of Our True Selves"
The finish product is almost disappointing
+ crowned saint
circa 2015
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Help me to find peace
Help me to find purpose
Help me to find afresh
Help me to find forgiveness
Help me to find faith
Help me to find inspiration
Help me to find art
Help me to find love
Help me to find You
Jehovah Jireh.
crowned saint
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
I miss you;
and I know I shouldn’t because
we never were but,
I miss you.
+crowned saint
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
A mirage.
Fabricated sustenance.
A false flourish.
The brush of your almond scented exhale inspires a rush that leaves me in a desired disquietude.
Still every exhale is savored by an inhale
It meanders past sun kissed mounds and valleys
Til it hits your candied oasis.
Inspiration swells with every acme reached
until
you're satiated by my nectar
Calming to a summer zephyr
I turn over to your pillowed chest,
and drift off to an insatiable reality.
+ crowned saint
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
She treats grace as an abhorred enemy.
Resisting has become a place she’s grown to love.
She longs for freedom forgetting that it’s already hers.
Ensnared by phantoms
albeit,
she knows
In having nothing, she possesses everything.
Her shield is refined by aberrant foibles.
Scarred, yet covered in the Only perfect love
She’s
flawed, but good.
+ crowned saint
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC