It is faith That makes us succeed. It is faith That makes us persevere. It is faith That cracks open the door And then cracks…
Category: Poetry
It usually takes two To see one's true reflection. The mirror lies, It flatters, It distorts. It takes another To look into the mirror, To…
The poem is dedicated to my friend and in many ways savior, James Browning. I'll live until I die. And then I'll live again. The…
I do not have to think, For I can feel my next move. Like a tight-rope walker I move through my day Balancing fear and…
Today I have run into an invisible wall That separates your world from mine. Should I break through And join the madness on the outside?…
Your flesh Tastes like strawberry Mixed with honey. I melt around you In the blissful explosion. I am your candy wrapper. I selfishly hide you…
Today I feel like a balloon. A balloon In a world full of needles. Greedy spikes Are pointing at me From all directions. My fate…
My breath is down to a trickle, But my love is still gushing. I am a fountain In an overgrown pond. Old. Pitiful. Clogged up…
Our feelings Is the only thing That is absolutely real. Nothing else is. And nothing else matters. Our feelings Is the only meaningful thing In…
Is sanity too much to expect? Is clear mind too much to hope for? There is not enough air to breathe When I collapse as…