I should leave it behind me, this lost story of old. This aching page of forgotten glory, and empty space. I hold sand like it was brick between my fingers, then stand surprised it fell ... READ the POST
Writings
Funeral in My Head
Pink mist surrounds your body, I thought it should be blue. To match the tie you wore, to the funeral of you. Your eulogy was perfect, I thought it should have failed. To match the lies around you, so ... READ the POST
Standing Tall in Pieces
A gesture originally intended with grace, but you wear it like a bad tie. You steal and choke; I am breathless at your feet – and not in a good way. Pointless are your groans as they make no sense, ... READ the POST
Watered Road
I’m trapped in these blues. From cruel winds, and feet that leave destruction through castles. Our direction changed too quickly. Drawing lines in the sand, disparaging our embrace. Curtains trap ... READ the POST
Shadow Dancing
In the still of the night, your face dances on my wall, I run my burdened hand across your comforting eyes. Hoping to feel just a glimpse of your skin. You vibrate through my doors, and tremble ... READ the POST
What This Seems
I forget what it means to be clean, from the inside out, and the in-between. I lose track so easily, of what it means to swim in gold rivers and be set free. I had let go of what it was to ... READ the POST