Scrapbooking a life in shattered memories Assembling with broken hands and a bruised soul An emotionless ritual learned by rote in remedies Crashing my own decisions, I am my own troll all original works

A frameless window as I peer into the abyss Holding on to memories and ideas that went amiss Looking inwards and going deep into my sea I am at a loss at the this island called me A creep core and a creep

Emotions lost and humanity gained. Minds clashed as destruction remained. An awareness residing in us all, telling us the truth, yet we choose to fall. This pain runs deep, deeper than it seems. I wonder

Hope has never been a friend to me I’ve prayed for it to pull me out of misery But unfortunately, it has set me free Free to my own devices I’m the father of sin, and I’ve indulged in vices Blinded by

As these waves have come and gone and I rise I'm relieved in the crests that are smooth and buttery The fluffy happy place of many before me Crashes into the sands of time where the lonely reside Carrying

Staying all alone Waiting for her to come home All the things we say on the phone Remains at that time and space And when we try to trace it all All the feelings seem to fall When I need someone to care

The holy grail is so frail when I wail in fear So I sail to no avail as I always fail to steer My copious doubts fueling my continuous drought As the teas flood the waters beyond our sight My senses are

I am what I seek, as I seek who I am Rotating punches flailing abound Hiding, ducking, falling to ground A fistful of anger, as I am reveal Releasing the hunger, avoiding what's real I am what I seek,

So empty, so dull, full of nothingness, demagogues surrounding us. Truth or lies, isn’t that the everlasting question? When sacrificing your soul has become an everyday routine. Creating your own destruction,

The seasons change, so do I I reflect the clouds and the sun I breath in the essence of change I unite what has been divided I recite what has been discarded The reason to believe is upon us The trees

Life A classroom full of spectators Awaiting a battle Voices and opinions collide The voice of chaos shatters What is the point that really matters? Love A classroom full of nothing Awaiting a sense Feelings

Every time I close my eyes I see your face In my mind, my treasure And it seems to my surprise I feel your grace With the sunrise, my pleasure You hold my hand And take me places I could never imagine

You are the beauty of my life The beauty of me The pure love I have The love you see I love you when you wake I love you for the sounds you make The music we create The harmony we enjoy Can only be created

Life is a simile Presented to us as a metaphor Ignorance is sometimes heavenly And that’s what this poem is for Nothing is as it seems Look deeper and see the depth of things Reality is harsh, but it’s

Continuously, I speak with muted lips Trying to discover heavenly trips I trip over boulders made of tears The tears of my doing, summing up my fears I look to the sky in search of hopes But all I see

As lonely tears down my face trickle My senses so numb to your tickle Crack a smile every once in a while In hopes to reverse my curse of sorrow How can I survive this emptiness, this hollow I close my

I am what I am Son of God, father of man Patience, Depression, Anxiety, are my true friends But it is kindness that bites me in the end Kindness spews verses Yet internally is where the worse is A weakness

I will start with a verse As the feeling gets worse I look inwards to reverse the curse As the depression sets in I seek evidence to begin Refuge in solace, but I'm only left with sin To determine the

This entrance is forbidden, the entrance is grace It was here long before us all came to be a human race Long before living things, and before we had a face Before we made to be, and before there was a

I recently took a trip to San Antonio and went up the Tower of the Americas, and this angle of the city simply captured me. I was compelled to snap a photo to save and savor that moment. I wanted to share