I Left My Hope Back Then
I used to have a dream of WeWith me perched like a bluebirdUpon your kneeWhile you read to meAnd sangContinue Reading
Category: Metered
Anything and everything I had to write with a distinct rhythm and flow.
Life and Death, Simplified
Birth day, mirth day: how we all begin. Death day, bereft day:how we all must end.
Lost Memories
I am covered in thin layersOf silent silicone prayersTeardrops bead and slip awayDown to the tip of my nose andAlongContinue Reading
Demons in Bone Marrow
your demons run deepthey suck the bottomsof ocean beds dry. dry. dry. your demons run deepthey chew the bones ofContinue Reading
The Saviour: Music
Music is a gust of windthat turnsmy Soulto dust I fly uponher billowywings, andknow that I must trust Her LightHerContinue Reading
Sonnet # 4
I’m looking for the beast that storms in me. The one who boils blood and rips the ground.She chews upContinue Reading
Sonnet # 3
The third sonnet for “Brutally Honest Conversations with God.”
Sonnet # 2
For the series: “Brutally Honest Conversations with God”
Why did I put myself here?
Sometimes, you’re just lost.
Dark colors, dark colors
Dark colors, dark colorsAnd corners, and cornersAll covered, all coveredAnd dusted Heart rusty, heart rustyAnd festered, and festeredAll broken, allContinue Reading
