The Saviour: Music
Music is a gust of windthat turnsmy Soulto dust I fly uponher billowywings, andknow that I must trust Her LightHerContinue Reading
I like to write stuff. So I'll do it here. Hopefully it will connect to you somehow.
Anything and everything I had to write with a distinct rhythm and flow.
Music is a gust of windthat turnsmy Soulto dust I fly uponher billowywings, andknow that I must trust Her LightHerContinue Reading
I’m looking for the beast that storms in me. The one who boils blood and rips the ground.She chews upContinue Reading
The third sonnet for “Brutally Honest Conversations with God.”
For the series: “Brutally Honest Conversations with God”
Sometimes, you’re just lost.
Dark colors, dark colorsAnd corners, and cornersAll covered, all coveredAnd dusted Heart rusty, heart rustyAnd festered, and festeredAll broken, allContinue Reading
Don’t stay down. Every little fight for progress matters.
The first sonnet for the series: “Brutally Honest Conversations with God”
A poem about moments in life when you feel utterly and completely alone.
Lavender oil on my neck was supposed to help me dream I’m lying here smelling of sweet things but internally I continue to scream What it is for I cannot tellContinue Reading