empty

each moment that passes me
on this desolate road
is an eternity in itself


i lay my head down to sleep
to dream
and sleep

to sleep
for years
but only a day has passed


and time becomes an oxymoron




today
for a day


for a moment in time


i feign to feel

that my words
that my love
that my dream
is real



and you
and your

irrevocable

faith
love
grace
mercy
truth

carry me


to the end

wherever that may be

Retrospectives: Love is...

to me… Love is a Fairy Tale that we're too old to believe like wishing on stars and childhood dreams too juvenile to be real to me… Love is Weakness a side of yourself you never show unless you want to hurt like a wound that never heals to me… Love is Regret seeing your mistakes in my eyes wishing you were somewhere else with anyone else but me to me… Love is a Commodity to be sold and held for ransom to be given and taken away to me… Love is Abandon and not abandoning self to experience love but abandon like gone and left here alone

Retrospectives: taken advantage of...

go ahead! MANIPULATE ME with your words because your actions speak the truth. but I will MANIPULATE YOU too with my own agenda on my mind and we will live these lives of lies because none of us really wants the other around and hate is the undertone of our friendship maybe hate is too strong maybe this is a righteous anger meh…who am i kidding? i will take whatever you give me just because that is who I am…

Retrospectives: she

once upon a timethere was a broken heart… and she liked to pretend she thought she looked better in pieces and liked the sound of the screams in her head the trees and the wind cry with her because when she hurts the whole world can feel her pain one day she lost her hope and couldn't pretend anymore she didn't realize how many pieces she was in or how much it hurt but she is still trying to go on she is still ignoring when will she realize she can't ignore herself anymore? when is her happily ever after?

Retrospectives: Love is a Revolution

there are lines on my arms that spell "SINNER"a giant game of fill in the blanks where the answers are GRACE TRUTH and LOVE the only things I will give more of to you than I will to myself when you feel unworthy when you feel unloved this is his grace when you feel alone whenever you fall this is his love this is His revolution

Retrospectives: her heart

she paints scenes in her heartthat no one can see illusions and hopes doubts and dreams so detailed they blur the lines between life and fantasy but this costs her her love she wants to be a star that everyone sees and everyone loves and everyone needs to see where they're going but this costs her her independence she'll give you all she has and anything you ask for but it ends up costing her self

Retrospectives: this fake plastic dream

If there's anything I've learned, its that life is a choice. Every day we make the choice to live. We choose to get out of bed in the morning or not. We choose to breathe. In the same way, we can choose how we live. To an extent, we choose to be happy. We choose to love. We choose to forgive. We can choose each of these things for our lives, or we can choose hurt, sadness and resentment. We can't change our circumstances, but we can choose how we react to them. Life is a choice. I've seen life begin and I've seen life end. And all of us are stuck somewhere in between. We all struggle with these choices. This is a story about how I chose.