I keep waking up sideways as the light blazes into my eyes orange behind these sleepy lids and I stretch like a little kid. I had a dream that my room was a tent and it was filling with water again and again I abandoned my home swam to shore and it was over as […]Read More Sideways
you know me you have loved me recently but now you won’t even touch me – It is fruitless for me to assume this is about me because, lately, it’s always about you – yet I’ve been through enough to know this isn’t personal not even close – I am all too familiar with your […]Read More A Lament for Charlie
Remy the king of positivity of no bad days of class and of compliments Cheers to you for a life worthy of the title for your striking good looks and personality for having the hardest drip known to man You were always one to quote songs well I believe Houndmouth hit the nail on the […]Read More Dear Remy
I dove headfirst into love without realizing it was shallow. You were so charming, and I’m naive, how could I have known. I know this is cliche but it killed me what you had to say after the fact after I gave you everything and you didn’t know if you had feelings for me We […]Read More The Shallow End
You are the fire That I bask in front of And the wind that sends chills down my fickle spine You are the crackling And the flying sparks And the warmth Along with the cold I love how You dance In a rhythm of hues How You’re in the foreground and the background How You’re […]Read More A Fire For One, Please
All of these things make my soul so cold How come they are not getting old? But Jesus Has granted me the power To be bold To say no Why is it that the hardest person to say no to Is myself And, damn, I hate asking for help. I hate how I am not […]Read More To Whom am I Bound?
How heavy the sorrow is Upon my chest When I think of you How deep the ache When I call you to mind Missing you Is like grasping for air In my burning lungs And coming up empty The memory Of your laugh, Of your smile, Of the way you used to look at me […]Read More Happy Birthday, Momma.
I highly doubt We would be as cerebral; As intelligent Without music I highly doubt People intend To hurt one another As often as they do I highly suspect Laughter Can heal And crying Can too I highly suspect The grass is only greener Where it is watered And maybe we are the grass And […]Read More Doubts and Suspicions
Lord, Grant me Your grace To sit in silence And wait To wait for Your faithfulness And justice To rear its face. Grant me Your grace To wait expectantly For all the good you have for me Grant me Your grace To treasure You above all else Grant me Your grace also To accept all […]Read More Grant me Your Grace