I was reading Emerson today in my favorite coffee shop. I've been thinking about how I am reintroducing spirituality into my life. I have been specifically avoiding religion, I am not interested in any

Now I know what it looks like when something inspires you. I see you, dredging through the ruins and the wreckage, salving the things that can be saved and letting go of what's too far gone. I see you,

There is a new evolution stirring in me. It's been hitting me in waves, I realized what I lost and what I surrendered. In December, the next step in my growth was to tell my family that I am an atheist

She chirps the usual sing song greeting, flashing her smile lines. Buffet? Egg drop soup? Fried rice or steamed? Yes. Yes. Fried. Thank you. Plastic bowls clack and slide. I dance around the carnival of

I guess you could call my heart sticky, I still remember the time one of your favorite songs came on and I was singing along to impress you, you said I was ruining it, so I just got quiet. I still remember

I see the angel and the demon in a shattered mirror. I see my faces. Will I always be a battlefield for someone else's war? They're breaking the puppet. I scream, " it is I that hold them. "

Ancient white blankets lie dormant, Steeped in the rhythmic brine. Criers chase the laughing wind. Angels fall from the glinting monolith, Crashing in the placid deep.

We made our nest from the sticks and stones, our broken bones, and the words that always hurt us. We made our home on the ruins they left us, we left our foot prints in the ashes, and etched new constellations

I work in life insurance sales. I think philosophically about the work that I do. There is a lot of volatility and stress involved in the average day here. Mentality is everything in sales, so I have been

First I am a sparrow, Free, flying above the waves. The deluge is breaking my wings, the swell is crushing me, I am the waves. I am writhing and tearing at the sky, ravenous, chasing the wind. The ocean

I soar, Sparrow, speck in the sun, over the yawn and crush, the tumult roars to the horizon. Raging, writhing, black tempest swallows the sun. Tangled and drowning, devoured by the abyss, clinging to the

No explanations...

Why I'm scared to call you beautiful... I hesitate to call you beautiful because I think you are. And the rallying cry is that I'm not your type. So if I let those words drip from my lips, I'm exposed

I am that guy to some. Son to others, I'm that asshole, dick, and fucker. I'm wow, I like his shirt. I'm wow, I hate his shoes. Me, the some total of every impression Including my own. I, the one behind

Pinky in pinky, Serene mist coasts the road, We roar like a tempest. rattling in the neon, through the valley of the shadow of death. Our laughing echoes the craggy walls, Evil trees are looming over us.

Every time superman lifted the world, the world was lifting him. I want to lift it, fly to your rescue or be heroic for you. but my feet are so heavy and human, my mind is so heavy, I'm not sure I can

You're standing like lovers, and acting like strangers. You're certainly acting, you're playing a role in some world that binds you to maintain the empty space between your bodies. We know that empty space,

Forget it, I'll listen to a sad song or three and do it all over. I'll write a sad sorta poem, not tragic or melancholy, just sad. Find a way to start again, I'm not going anywhere. But I'm not going anywhere.

Momma, put my guns in the ground. I'm too scared. It's over, I reached the top of this heap. There's no to ask for help, no hands above me. Every step up the mountain was another foot from grace. I'm falling

Roses are red violets are dead blood stays blue inside of you I spilled it, like a careless child with a glass of kool-aid across the soft white carpets I cut myself on the fragments of us, clutching at