A Poem: The Great Departure

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

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

A Poem: To The Bottom of The Ocean

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

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: 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

A Poem: Rejection

There's a pathway that leads to rejection. It's where people think of you with objectification. I can't help but to hope that regret goes away, but I literally break myself to see joy on people's face. I can't help but to see this flame, but it's not what you think. I'm a mess, I'm rejected, … Continue reading A Poem: Rejection

A Poem: Statues

This weapon of war is now a statue. It's a prophecy of something that we can hope for. Bombs drop, people scream, Satan laughs, and everyone is searching for meaning. As war begins, darkness spreads over the world. "It's for God!" No it's not. It's for your own fears and moral constructs. We've gotten rid … Continue reading A Poem: Statues