Child

Grow up. You say you’re lost, Caught in the messiness of broken marriages. You’re just a child. You are not lost. Stop playing the victim. Respect me because I say so. Don’t expect me to earn it. You don’t get a voice. No platform for your opinions. Stop feeling. Stop needing. Be seen not heard. … Continue reading Child

Intention’s Grave

A tumult of peaceful wanderings surf along brain’s waves, sending quakes of trembling desire through idle blood streams. Anxious momentous vibrations ready to fight death’s fate, cure every pained person, change the world. Excitedly surfacing against strengthened skin’s complacency, it ricochets, breaking apart into settling dust. Resting in tired veins, silently praying for energy to … Continue reading Intention’s Grave

Walls

A stone wall reflection masks any shred of truth while loving souls’ arms grow weary, clinging to the chance of an honest word. Eventually grips weaken, hands falling away one by one. Now empty, the room where others stood leaving only you surrounded by the great cold walls you built. Your words, once inspired, now … Continue reading Walls

Untitled

I tripped backwards And as the falling fear took hold Your arms caught me Your voice reminded me Falling can be what saves you As long as you don’t let the ground stop you.

Mercy

Confused gentle eyes yearn for an explanation. Motherly arms wrap around him cradling him into place, as lying whispers reassure him it will be okay. ... The solemn executioner takes his trusting arm, injecting the poison into his pulsing vein. ... Wanting to believe it’s a serum of renewal, she is shocked awake by his … Continue reading Mercy

wasted anger

arms void of hands pulsing with the fierce need to fight powerless he chooses to go straight back into the mouth of the beast teeth illuminated he sees his end closes his eyes and waits for it to take its final bite

Navy Blues

After not finding a certain pair of sneakers I've been stalking on the internet, I ventured out on Friday to an outlet mall about 30 minutes away (give or take 10 minutes depending on traffic). I was running short on time (society frowns upon delinquent moms that don't pick up their children from school because of … Continue reading Navy Blues