A Poem: Ego

Oh, Ego, how do you do? Don't you know I'm tired of you? As the light of the sun penetrates the horizon, I find an esoteric connection and you leave. Oh, True Self, how do you do? Don't you know that I'm fond of you? As the birds gossip and dance with wonder in the … Continue reading A Poem: Ego

A Poem: Enthralled

I'm not conceited or consumed with myself. I just have a lot going on in my head. I write a lot about myself because these are things I would have never said. Sometimes I'm infatuated with the idea of infinity and others I'm not, but I can't seem to get past the nots and that's … Continue reading A Poem: Enthralled

A Poem: Offense

I've been told that I'm offensive for telling the truth. I'm sorry that reality bothers you. I can't write one damn poem without it being sad, but I'm sure everyone is okay with that. People love how crude my honesty is until it exposes the darkness that they posses. I confess, most often you posses … Continue reading A Poem: Offense

A Poem: Dear Family

Dear Family, There's a lot of you who don't like the person I have become. There's a lot of you who don't understand who I am. I've been talked down to, talked bad about behind my back, and ridiculed for who I am. Is the position you speak on from love or are you showing … Continue reading A Poem: Dear Family

A Poem: Your Green Tin Roof

I hear the name of this church and fear and anger encompass my very body. I'm an embodiment of both anger and empathy, but I am yet to see the very roots that I had wither away as I process through my own hate. I'm sorry and I forgive, but forgiveness isn't a singularity and … Continue reading A Poem: Your Green Tin Roof

Christian Universalism

"And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself."     -John 12:32 There's a buzzing question that everyone has in the Christian circle. Will your loved ones go to heaven and if you were to die today, where would your soul be? When thinking about such questions, … Continue reading Christian Universalism

A Poem: Ally

When I left, I thought that I would escape your grasps. I can't fully run away from you. This system that I left behind is chasing me, and I'm tired and weary. My church has turned their back on me and my family is now, too. What am I supposed to do? I have fingers … Continue reading A Poem: Ally