There's something about the changing of seasons. The skin sheds from the serpent's back and the foxes change into their new coats. Some seasons feel cold and like the night lasts forever. The stars are covered by clouds and all we have is the pollution to breath in. Inhale. Exhale. The summers are hell and … Continue reading A Parable: As The Leaves Fall
At one time, I was full of what I thought was hope. I beat myself up with this hope as if I was going to change for anything better. I swallowed down the words of others to fuel my ego as I sought to be "humble", but my pride wouldn't die. There was a flame … Continue reading A Poem: The Great Departure
Dear church, Thank you for showing me how messed up I was. I wouldn't have realized that you messed me up if your doctrine didn't tell me I was. Thank you for showing me that I can achieve anything if I die to myself. The more I die to myself, the more I'm not accepted … Continue reading Dear Church
Here I am, being as an ocean. I am complete in all. I am the birth of life and the destruction of a storm. I am the blue sky and the water that nourishes you. You are in me and I am in you. There is nothing that can separate. The wind moves with me … Continue reading A Poem: Waves
I sit in my car and listen to songs that once brought me so much pain and I realize that it still remains. It's not a ringing in my head like a migraine of suffering, but rather, it's a still small voice. I hear the whisper and realize that I am still healing. I'm not … Continue reading A Poem: Though Subtle, It Whispers.
Life is short, and suffering is inevitable. Life is suffering and suffering is short. For so long I've held suffering in the palm of my hand, and for that I now understand. Life is short and but a small vapor. With a gust of wind it comes and goes. Vapor makes its way back to … Continue reading A Poem: To The Bottom of The Ocean
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