Category: Poetry

Christmas memories? Do I recall the  "everything-must-be-perfect" attitudes leading up to the day? Do I relish in the hearty laughter and the tantalizing aromas from the stove? Yes is the answer to both accounts In all the memories, though, what is it that stuck so prominently? What will I grasp onto through all life's trials [...]

Cloaked in imperfection My shallow heart chooses To embrace mistake after mistake I can't seem to smash this shell Anticipating everyone one of my moves My cold cage closes in I yearn to be free Yet my will is weak Succumbing to this world's persuasion Alone I am sinking quickly to new found lows I [...]

Patience is a fickle matter A virtue lost to me Provocative, the idea may be Infuriating, the practice seems to me Frustration holds much more comfort Immediate gratification of all sorts I need to be broken Impatience is without much Respect, Honor and Love A sad form resides in my place Distraught at this indecent [...]

A grim child shuffles away from his would be sister’s grave His head bent and humbled as he kicks along a pebble Horrendous is this pain That causes a boy to want to cease Living and trying. Becoming more or less blank An experience that has corrupted his faith. Shrouding his faith In misery. Buried-alive [...]

You are a story Each turn of the page Deeper you travel Older you grow Your brilliant blue eyes Speak millions of words The joy You bring into every setting Your hugs A paragraph to linger on Your smile It is the ultimate resolution A book Beckoning for greatness A Chronicle Captivating any audience A [...]

Ignoring the beauty Captivated by that desire, Longing, Sinful Nature It is what deceives Disorients and destroys It is what rips And tears a man in half Sinful Nature Hide And you will be found Fight on your own And fail Don’t make it you last resort Take my advice You needed this From the [...]

Somewhere New A time without Hate and Impurity A place in between time That’s where I want to be Because here Isn’t much of anywhere These are not empty words of a critic No, they are a symphony sung by many Echoed through the years Sometimes only a faint tremble Other times like roaring thunder [...]