My heart is tossing and turning inside of me. It rages like the monster of a deadly sea. It calls to the distant haunting of my insecurity, Or what they call a little ‘social anxiety’. A beast that holds me down till I can’t breathe, And leaves me screaming in endless dreams. For monster of … More 1am Anxiety
What if, I am afraid? What if, my fear is in that? My fear, is in the what if? What if? But what if, what followed those two words never happened? What if, it was only the imaginary lifetime I paint? But, not my life. What if, I stopped listening? What if, I knew that … More What if?
So maybe, things will be ok. Maybe I am not sentenced to a drifting life. The heavens are opening up and glorious sunlight washes over me. Perhaps winter really is over. I could live. I can live. Summer has come.
Have I been given a defective mind? Or have I simply not had enough faith? I wait for my mind to fail me. I imagine that it will again. Lord, what plans can you have for a mind like mine? Alright, Lord, I gave you my heart. I gave you all of me. That includes … More This beautiful mind
Hey. I see you. I see your precious beauty. But, to see you is to also see your suffering. I know you wish I did not have to always see it. I will see it. So, I will show you mine. I bare my heart so you can bare yours. I am here. I am … More i see you
I hope to never stop being wrecked by God’s great, abundant love. I am no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God. I sang that without truly realising what it meant. I lived as a slave, but I was free. No longer do I have to weep on the ground begging … More Wrecked, by God’s love
I stand in a vast field of short yellowing grass on a raised pillar of white marble. She is beautiful a voice says. My hearts cracks a little. She is my love. A tear escapes. She is mine. I collapse. Flood waters break open and rush into the field, falling from my eyes. The sky … More she is mine, she is always mine.
Brothers with blonde hair are easy to spot in a crowd. That is, in any crowd. But what if he is in a crowd of blondes you ask? Well, there are not many that are the same blonde as him. For you see my brother’s skin is as dark as chocolate. His hair sprouts from … More Blonde Hair Brother
A cry steps out my chest and calls into the ocean abyss. The waves batter my limbs against my body and leave me powerless. A current grabs my legs and fights to pull me into its waters. The air in me replaced by liquid and I am breathless. My salty tears drown my lungs and … More depression again…
Weep a lonely song little boy.
Weep long and quietly. … More a poem ‘Weep, little boy’