My Sacred Psalm

You want to know what stands between The things they write, and what I mean? Not one word have I wrote and thought I hope this is something they bought The words I write aren’t things to sell They’re all just stories that I tell Art is not a craft of number Art is lightning, … More My Sacred Psalm

Remember Me

**DISCLAIMER** This poem addresses suicide. By reading any further, you acknowledge that this artwork does not promote suicide in any way, and is only meant as a creative endeavor. —————————– I write this, love, only for you. I want you to feel how I do. So many things have coursed my mind, never spoken, nor … More Remember Me

Brothers in Arms

You ask me, why spend life so bottled in? Why not go out, enjoy the world? I’ll tell you love, here, come right in But first let me untie what’s curled Sometimes we want to get away Forgetting what we saw Others, they just prance and play Not knowing how we’ll someday fall What year … More Brothers in Arms

Fly Away

If you saw her true interior Past the toughened, hard exterior Saw the sadness and the fear in her Youd’ve never said those things Every day she stays devout And keeps her calm as you just shout Of things you know nothing about Blinded by the hate it brings Granted taken, you have done Oblivious … More Fly Away

My Words

My Words You may be good with numbers, see But words belong to those like me My foundry melts the “b” and “e” To craft the words which come to be Every letter that I write is stamped with things I think at night These books, these poems, the short stories I write to put … More My Words

My Idols

My closest friends, they’re here, I know Em, and Fitz, and Frost, and Poe They do not sit and dine with me They reside in my mind, you see   We write, we wonder, work and play We converse every single day Whispers in the wind and skies The glint that’s deep inside my eyes … More My Idols

Facts Are Few

Facts are few, but they just may Be everything we talk today Your word. His word. Her word. Theirs. No one seems to understand the realness of current affairs Logic is illogical when numbers mean nothing no more All that matters is the playbook that they carry to the floor It’s funny, right? Cause here, … More Facts Are Few