I'm so accustomed to screaming convictions but now, I've lost my voice I'm looking for someone or some other problem to remind me I have a choice Now, from this box I'm in I begin to begin to begin I'm begging you if you've got a clue reveal the secret truth If I'm... Continue Reading →
End Up Alive
I need a cliff I need a precipice Somewhere high Between the stars and the sea So when I'm looking down My problems are far away Small and easily forgotten In the sea of colors, they fade Do I jump Would I fly It's worth the risk At the bottom, I'd end up alive
Canvas on Paper
Spending all my days Trying to get out of my head It's awful cluttered up here And I'd rather burn it all To start over again in the empty hall No one ever asks So why should I tell Nothing that remains Was here when I was discovered Now these breaths and screams are... Continue Reading →
Ghost of Elysium Past
I've got a half-broken heart She didn't say no But she didn't let it play where it lay I so desperately want that night back again Arrhythmia and flat-line Laughing for hours In a dark room beneath these stars of ours In a town time almost forgave and forgot Ghost of Elysium past The... Continue Reading →
Fingers in the Jar
Put my fingers in the jar In a way, so surreptitious, at large No one knows it yet but I already looked at the cards and in the end, I'll just pretend that I don't know who the Man is in charge but here's my secret - I ain't seen yet but there's not an... Continue Reading →
The Children – Rachel and Jonathan (to be continued)
A fire burns low in the hearth, emitting a deep, velvety red glow that swaddles the room in shadows and warmth. Across from the hearth sits an oversized but broken in dark brown leather couch, now appearing nearly black as a silhouette, guarded on either side by knotted wood side-tables topped with a glass of... Continue Reading →
Imagination isn’t a number.
On the portico in the rain Here, each drop feels the same And I'm the one to blame Count them: one, two, three, four, blame I get so stuck on the shelf But you can't read a placid blue I can't decide what to choose Count the other books, too This... Continue Reading →
Catch Me If You Can
I have this saying: "The older I get, the younger I realize I am." I want the fairytales and I want green eggs and ham I want to sing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" And sometimes, for a snack, I get out my milk and grahams But sometimes, the world looks down on me And I... Continue Reading →
The Inspiration
God tries to inspire me every day. The trouble is I'm too caught up in my mind and the fact that I'm not inspired to realize what He's saying and doing. I don't see His Love. I don't see His colors or hear His melodies. It's entirely a ME thing. The funny... Continue Reading →
December Rose 