Standing, still unsung, are the lyrics your name creates. Remolded by the sun, reflecting from your face. Building, still unheard, is the rhythm of your breath. Sweeping up the sail, that beats heavy ... READ the POST
Writings
Feeding Ground
Bullets cause death beside me. They are shaped like words and feel as leather whips. They crack and leave broken bones, broken dreams. They shatter through windows and weaken seams. Missteps ... READ the POST
Swollen
My bones creak in your direction, leaving me swollen beneath your wing. I wring blood from the paper in my hands, every night making you mine. I struggle to expel what wells, as your name weaves ... READ the POST
Words Lost
I want to write the words that make you better. Creating the perfect solution, that would finally lay your division to rest. Easing the hurt that has invaded your skin, with the feel of my paper, and ... READ the POST
Live. Now.
There can be nothing solid in water. Nothing blocking the steady pumping of blood through the miles of veins that trek through the human body. There can be no cracks in the floor. Nothing altering ... READ the POST
Lost in Truth
My skin still trembles in the same rhythm as our now forgotten past. The trees glare on my soul in written words of promises lost, comforting me as your eyes sit now in judgment– It is all I have left ... READ the POST