Poetry

Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.… Continue reading Watching

Poetry

There And Here (Beyond)

What do I feel? I don’t know. What does that mean? Is love not there? Is love not here? And in the absence of love, what fills me, if anything fills me at all? God is love, so where is God? Where is meaning? Is faith not there? Is faith not here? And in the… Continue reading There And Here (Beyond)

Poetry

Rebell

Sometimes, I just wanna be left the fuck alone. Sometimes, I wanna say “fuck” without people looking at me as if I’ve done something wrong. Sometimes, I just wanna do something wrong without people thinking of me as a failure. Sometimes, I wanna fail without people acting as if I’m completely stupid. Sometimes, I just… Continue reading Rebell