(This is a poem about the thoughts & feelings that so many suffer with daily.) “He fought so hard“, people would say. And he did, he did, until he didn’t. Gone, long before his heart stopped beating. In a moment living merely became the passing of time. He was defeated by the long hard struggle of…
Dear Mothers, Please forgive us children who do not understand That You offer only a helping hand. A hand that has the strength to hold up the sky and we reject you and we make you cry… Please forgive us… I have seen the love of mothers, of all mothers with a love unmatched, unfathomable,…
At the time of writing this, I am not a Dad. But I really want to be one. When I do become a Dad, these are my promises to my child.
These are my promises to my future wife. (I am not married as of writing this).
Death, My Dearest Friend How wonderful it is to meet you again, Your silent embrace calms the world and sets forth new adventures for my soul.
If they dusted your heart for fingerprints, would they find mine? Would they find my DNA upon your lips left behind from our last goodbye kiss? Would historians ever be able to find evidence that I loved you? That you Loved Me? That you. owned. me…
If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth just so that if you ever looked above you and said a prayer to God I would make sure he hears you.
I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamitybecause tragedy seems to be the only commoditythat’s suitable for my trade. I strip tease insanity and lap dance to sadnessI pole dance for an audience of fear and anxietyI give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard.But through the difficulties I give head…
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