I still can't believe you are going home so soon, |
Opposition to an act is not hatred toward the persons involved. Everyone is entitled and encouraged to fight for what they believe and what they know as truth. |
You made it, you realize. Like rest after climbing a mountain and finding that the active volcano you feared would consume you in your childhood, is now dormant. And you are relieved... |
There's something miscellaneous about all of us, and maybe that is why my eyes settle on these types of poems so often. We don't always have a name for what we are walking through... |
Looting warehouses for scraps of cool metal chains, because I need to hold onto something, anything. |
Living to write; writing to survive. |
Time is constantly coding me, giving me deadlines saying there will never be a chance to write what's in my heart. But I disagree. I say there's time for the soul, and that the treasure of time can be found through the healing of words. |
Poetry is food God gives me for when I am barren, alone, and with no sense of clarity.... |
Words can be rushed, picked apart, put to sleep....but the heart, the heart my love cannot be forced to tell. It must tell love on its own. |
Striving to be a better person and not think things are done when I keep falling down. You gotta believe there is a way back up, and that someone is guiding you... |