Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not

Galaxies

Dangling

Between the thighs.

Lord laughing

Skies

Everything is perfect, unless
You are thinking too much,
Think less.

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.

I used to write like I was running out of time

Some days my soul feels so poor it doesn't have a dime

I'm still pouring poison into my soul

My mind used to be as sharp maybe it's grown dull

I still pursue my God

He guides my life and where I trod

But lately I keep struggling trying to put him there

At the top of this barren fair

He invested so much in me

Was it all a waste?

I feel like a patriot in Boston dumping that tea

It wasn't in me, his faith was placed

I know his faith is in himself shining through me

If my future is blown from my past

He is not to blame