It’s Time to Grow Up

You know what's really funny?Running from your fateTo find yourselfWanderingRight into it's place... I'll be damnedIf I let myself fall And waller in this pit I'm in.It's time to get outAnd greet the rising sun.It's time to give inAnd let go Of all my fears,My worries,The doubt and concern. I'll never make itIf I keep … Continue reading It’s Time to Grow Up


They Eat the Mother

We are the WitchesThe Witches Brew. Melting, molding, shaping togetherInfinitesimal miniscule specks of dust Into MagickBeautyChaosPain. We swirl inwardAnd outward,We shape the dust. We turn nothingness Into everythingAnd everythingInto nothingness. We are the bridgesOf Land and WaterStars and Dust.If we cannot CreateWe will DestroyEverything.Absolutely everythingAs if we created a negative spaceThat becomes a vacuum When … Continue reading They Eat the Mother

Distractions, Distractions

My distractions become my curseAs I hurdle over life's burdens,Stumbles,And falls. I bury myself under layers ofComfort,Sin,Self pity,And remorseAll the while hating myself,Not healing myself,Not holding myselfTo a Higher Standard of Love. My distractions become my cure Once I see things for how they really are,Like admitting how my distractions Bury me deeper from my … Continue reading Distractions, Distractions

Blurring Lines

Hiding my mindAverting my eyes,Darting back and forth Between the lines Of hopelessness and youth Of glory and shame.When will this derangement end? Sickness spreads sicknessWealth spreads wealth.Gains accumulate Until all others have ceased. Gain, gain, gain Consume, consume, consume. Madness begets madness In this race to win.What are we really winningWhen everyone is dead? … Continue reading Blurring Lines

Finishing a Project? Not Right Now.

Fall is a season of Forgetting Things,And then remembering unnecessary,Minute,Insignificant detailsTo projects not due until March.Here it is MarchAnd I'm finally finishing this poem! If only I could poignantly enchant you with my own misery,But that's not what this is about. These words are my light hearted sigh, A tip of the hatTo what all … Continue reading Finishing a Project? Not Right Now.