I am ashamed that your dirty hands, make me flinch. I know you didn’t start this way. Foaming at the mouth. Mumbled words. Your twitches formed with emotional breaks, and physical beatings. Exiled ... READ the POST
Writings
Growing Beyond Complacency
Being “a different person” does not always break through the lips as positive. Sometimes these statements need to be left in the dirt where they came from - because they are as truthful as the ... READ the POST
Deaths Reminder
Broken skin. Like shattered glass, scattered in an empty parking lot. Street lights that burn bridges - and teach me to sing a different song. Death sweeps and boils, rising to the top. Golden wounds ... READ the POST
Empty
I wish the moon would bring light through the window. Tonight, like so many nights before, just darkness. It is too dark to see even shadows, and the blackness seems to consume me like an overgrown ... READ the POST
SHE
Secret’s silence told, in a rhythmic drum to my ear. A gorgeousness she would hold, for the rest of her years. Moon’s replaced her eyes and stars made up her voice. Making flowers no one could ever ... READ the POST
More Fire – Less Smoke
I miss you sometimes. It lasts for several minutes - then I fight off your ghosts, and put to sleep your echoes. It gets easier, as I am reminded of your miscarriage of my heart. You abused a gift, ... READ the POST