I fumble through life with brittle legs and eyes glazed over,
A fragile soul on the brink of shattering.
Through my foggy vision,
I can make out the shapes of
power-wielding figures.
I’m engulfed in mirages of moguls
and whispers of “follow me,”
each one promising a life of ease
and a happy ending.
It is then that a beam of lights breaks through my muddled thoughts,
lighting a clear path forwa...
You cast us to the friendship boneyard in an untimely death.
Left to decay as communication halts and memories fade
A tragic loss that I tried to evade
But for things to work it must go two ways.
Avoidance, hurt feelings, an end without warning
a death march and a solemn funeral
except I’m the only one mourning
The tombstone reads “in memory”
and though the past is mostly dust,
still that’s the ...
As your eyes lay to rest the beasts awaken
materializing in your bedroom
climbing up the bedposts
Lingering near your head
as if to spy on your dreams
and laugh at the prospect of twisting them
Suddenly, the beasts pounce in unison
clawing at your chest
seizing your cheerful visions and sanity
They dance across your ribcage
throwing off the steady beat of your heart
sending shockwaves of fear t...
In a writer’s wardrobe are garments aplenty
All shades of sentiment, fabrics of experience, and threads of stories.
The writer has an eclectic style
and a willingness to wear pieces
many would never be seen in.
Fear, regret, anger, and sorrow once hung untouched, but the writer tries them on
without shame
looking into a full-length mirror,
modeling each piece with dignity,
shedding light on ...
70,000 people shoulder to shoulder
breathing in the open air and
belting their favorite lyrics
70,000 pairs of eyes fixated on
the stage, the screens, the artist,
their senses enraptured by
the flashing lights and ethereal voice
70,000 hearts beating in rhythm
sharing the same enthusiasm,
traveling to the same stadium,
and experiencing the same spectacle
70,000 souls together for one night,
ea...
My dress sweeps behind me
as I tread heavily across the sand,
its edges tattered from wear
and stained golden brown
I carry with me evidence and memories
of moments that ripped me up
tore my heart like the fabric of my dress
and left me wearing thin
The dust swirls around me
consuming me in a haze.
I am both falling apart
and lost without direction
In that moment, a hand reaches out to me
thro...
long rectangular prisms
side by side
a pale yellow
like blonde hair kissed by the sun
citric acid soaked splendor
their beauty perfectly preserved
even after 10 years at room temperature
a family of potato sticks
carb city
sodium central
bundled in a red and yellow home
paper bag protection
scent wafting through the car
drive thru then chow down
on glorious McDonald’s fries...
I walk through life on my own
own every step I take
take the high road when I can
can make hurting hearts feel known
Known to laugh a bit too loud
loud with friends; apart I’m not
not the kind to lose my head
head still often in the clouds
Clouds and sunsets make me smile
smile at all God’s blessed me with
with each day I start to learn
learn who I am is quirks in a pile...
