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
It soothes. Collapses protective walls of anger. Vulnerability I become. I sink into the memory of your face against mine, so close warmth is intertwined. Lips magnetized yet remain separate, fearing the loss of any last remnants of control. Regret laces each additional sip.
Shards of glass fall uneven to where the picture dropped Protection of the memory unintentionally lost The memory sits and fade is the air we breathe Not replenished not replaced due to the cost ... A still image unvisited again Due to the pain it incites in the heart Eventually swept away by something unknowledgeable … Continue reading Fade
Summoned afloat theories of prosperous enigmas Reaching to grasp characteristics of these entities Drawn toward a force familiar yet confusingly unknown Intrigued by the path of these mysterious perplexities ... Travel is steep, uneven and sometimes unbearable Insurmountable obstacles appear at each benchmark crossed Maneuvering around the complacencies of set deterrents Can further push self … Continue reading Words
And when I behold my greatness, I falter. For great is a heavy word. What if I behold mediocrity? Yes, that feels right. For greatness is reserved for heroes, And I am no hero. I am simple and flawed, Trapped within insecurities I cannot defy. Trapped within feelings that Control my thoughts. What if I … Continue reading Behold my greatness
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.
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
I look past you, a beggar on the street, I divert my eyes, fill my ears with busy thoughts to ignore your pleas (as if I could escape you). Emptiness takes over like a shadow growing larger as the sun changes direction. --- I crave you more than I crave the quiet that comes with … Continue reading Happiness
Working on yourself is hard. Right now, I am hyper-focused on three things: what I want, trusting myself, and making my own decisions. I recently discovered I am a lot like Julia Robert's character in Runaway Bride...each boyfriend made her his favorite style of eggs which then became her favorite. She never really knew how … Continue reading The Inspiring GI Joe
Recently I came to a realization. I like to make other people make decisions for me. It's easier that way. Ask what they think I should do, then they decide for me. Every time I try to make a decision, someone weighs in, I pause, and the next thing you know, I've altered what I … Continue reading Pass and Move to the Right