A Few Brilliant Ideas...

Guilty. I've used the title of this post more often than I'd like to admit. My mom would often joke with me saying, "You need?" with a sarcastic tone. "Fine. I mean want, whatever. Same thing." I'd reply, brushing off the verbal slip up. However, it was more than an external mistake. It was much more more internal.

Puddle. Drip, drip, drip, drip. Weeping in the darkness. My knife between your shoulder blades. Seeping in the darkness. Drip, drip, drip, drip: Puddle.

I've heard it said that time will heal the heart. I argue with the truth, but I know it when I hear it. Just because your heart is whole, doesn't mean that you can forget. There's a dull ache in the bottom of the glass. A whisper in your ear when a wisp of hair blows by. Counting

People don't ask me what I think because they often overlook that I'll tell you if you ask because I'm an open book. It's hard to describe what the inner self is like. It's a maze to my own eyes, and in the dark I search for light. I can't light a match in here for the fear

    Look at the silly little human, look at how foolish he can be. That must be what God thinks of me sometimes. I know I feel that way. September 25th: a memory etched into my skull. Yesterday.            I ran from task to task, ignoring my decaying soul in favor of my decaying body. I watched. I

I wake up to the sound of traffic. My eyelids flicker open and all around me, all I can see, is darkness. I scour the world for a sign of anything, anyone. The horns continue to blare, cars moving along invisible pavement. "Am I blind?" I ask, tentatively, groping at the air. "No," and as it speaks, all

Let's go. Today the world is alive, ready for us to jump in time. You feel it too, right? The shivers in the warm spring air the dutiful green colors springing to life all around us. Let's go. I want to live, live like never before, and I know it sounds cliche to say something that's been said

SCALING The dark grey flame of corporate chatter as  black suits climb the ladder. And as time has passed you've looked up into the soles of others shoes. To try and struggle out from underneath will be no easy task. But you will knock others aside or be drowned in a cascade of blue collars. And if you

Whole nebulae swirl in your eyes... When I'm with you mon voyage fini. [I'm going to do a poem a day for quite a while, as we just came out of our poetry unit in Lit.]

Over here ladies and gents: The Lord is My Teacher: A Few Brilliant Ideas, Writing and the Universe

My child, why do you worry? They love you a droplet, I love you an ocean. They love you sinfully, I love you perfectly. They love you at times, I love you always. They love you for now, I love you forever. They love you a little, I love you a lot. They love you for a lifetime,

Family, friends, and all those that dwell on this fallen earth. I tell you these things because I care for you. Gospel. You've probably heard that word before, it means "good news." You probably knew that too. If you didn't, welcome to Christianity. It's a weird world we live in filled with muddled, confused people unsure and unable