Poetry

God Doesn’t Remember

What is the night sky but an amount of empty space of which we can speak while never truly grasping? And if everything has a companion opposite, then is it not logical that an opposite of this dark infinite space exists as a vast universe of light? And how do we describe God if not… Continue reading God Doesn’t Remember

Poetry

God Dust

The sky drops from purple pitch, below you lie in the dark. Cold picks at tender, scabbing flesh, wounds of the day having left their mark. When prayer turns to screaming and screaming to cries unheard, you realize you’re truly alone, alone in a prolonged life absurd. You wonder how you’ll get up, wonder if… Continue reading God Dust

Poetry

A Heart

A heart not only breaks in an instant, but can also shatter in many years, crushed under the weight of bare loneliness. Such a heart, buried, may be formed into an exquisite diamond, one of a kind, reflecting the light it was never shown. A heart fashioned under immense pressure glimmers greater in the embracing… Continue reading A Heart