I still remember Albert. He was an aged tree. I was a young leaf, blowing over his land. We met once; I sat across from him, heartbroken, torn, seeking answers: Tell me where to go. Tell me who I should be. Tell me who I will meet. And so, Albert asked me: … Continue reading Albert
I walked between one, two, three rows, and found my way out that door, on the last day of biased lessons, and too many favorites. I skipped the celebration - no need to fake happiness amongst empty shells. I found another podium, one far away from these halls that trapped me here for 365 days. … Continue reading Painters and Love Rhymers
I am not perfect - in fact, far from it. Nor am I at all strict - too delicate for it. Yet, not enough to enter heaven's doors, nor worthy enough to walk on your humble floors. Will you forgive me, for everything I can admit to now, freely? I was a ball of fire, … Continue reading Forgive Me
Walk out the door, take my heart with you, while you choose - right or left? I turn back, I look at your empty spot; stark and engulfing. I wonder - right or left? Your right is a great path; one you have treaded for two years, carving your matching initials along the way. She … Continue reading Right or Left?
I met a man by the name of Paul, in a room full of red chairs, down a hall with three closed doors, in a building with hanging purple banners; home to three masters, puppets of these purple banners, followers of anyone with a crown. I earned a pass, a right to enter their closed … Continue reading Redeemed
Your truth broke me, right when the clock hit three. Your truth came back to haunt me, to tell me what could have been. Oh, if only I had been perfect, but I crumble at the sound of the truth. Now you wrap me with open arms, and fill me with quiet strength to hear … Continue reading My Truth
Before I gave him poetry, I watched his sky turn dark, until I discovered his three stars shining on me. He whispered my name, stepping into my flames, finding pleasure in my surrender. Before I saw his sunrise, I felt his days, I tasted his nights. I lived for him. I lived behind him - … Continue reading Before I Gave Him Poetry