Edge of Twilight

To the last I talk to and the first I think of, Delighted I am, that you are on my mind; which is nothing out of the ordinary, for you are ingrained in my life like a freckle on my hand. While twilight peeks at me through the window shade, I imagine you pulled from sleep,…

Torn

I want to write, but I have no words to say, no thoughts provoked, no memories to recant. The urgency to produce is wild, reckless even. For though this chair holds me down, pulling words from the unknown, my view distracts and catapults me out into an enticing trance of intoxication.

Just One

It takes just one moment with you for me to grin my unmoored heart to flutter butterflies to dance. Just One.

Beyond Figures and Sunlight

You look but you don’t see right in front of you I stand your mind, elsewhere, beyond figures and sunlight.

Blushing Text

My mistake to send you kisses while trying to send you hearts like the color of blooming pink flowers I shyly blush, revealing more than what’s been communicated.

Grateful

You pursue me, want me, desire me, have a purpose for me. Yet, over and over again, I’ve pushed You away, taken You for granted, stared You down, and locked You in a box like a treasure. It’s by grace You remain by my side, never changing as my life cycles like a roller coaster,…

The Smallest of Things

Left behind are the smallest of things, one temporary moment of natures perfection, gone in one breathe as the light becomes darker and the wind blows harder.

Pronouns

You and I are snailing into We Two exposed through Our shared likeness. We is better than You and I, for where You is stronger and I is weak I is stronger where You is weak. We is not becoming one, there isn’t any room for that. We is We, every changing pieces of a…

A Call to Action

Sometimes it is not enough to just passively turn from a sinful lifestyle we instead must uproot ourselves from it.

Enchanting Blooms

In the distance your spring blooms enchant me, you are life amongst naked trees. Swiftly, my feet turn in your direction, carving their own path to you and within moments, standing under your blossoms, I became tantalized by your perfume, inhaling deeply your scent, carrying it on my tongue and embedding it long into memory….

Turning Back

Beyond the gray is something remarkable, something lovely something breathtaking something worth sharing. It’s so captivating it won’t let you leave, always drawing you back for an another look, just one more time. At least that’s what I think as I stand here, having turned back more times that I can count each moment drawing…