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Sitting in the car listening to the rain thinking about how there were days, a long time ago, when I prayed for the life I have now. It’s messy, it’s rushed a lot of the time, organized chaos mostly. I’m juggling a lot always. And at the end of the day after I put my…
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how did I know it was you?awake in the daylost was wrapped around my very bones but, in a dreamI had come to the end of a long roadand there you stood the stars were falling all around you like confettiand I was amazed at how the light of the moon and the sun shone…
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Should you ever come to a crossroads where the path to me is not the clear choice. Please go down the other. I am meant for certainty and nothing less.
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There is no dying of the light Just an acceptance of the night LL
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i would rather dance with the devil than an angel who won’t know how to hold me the blood & the bones For love or war. This dance brings us to the highest peak and to our knees. Dancing with the devil can apply to most anything. It can be the person it hurts to…
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The weight of his words .. not paragraphs, not stories. Just a line here and there. A few letters holding hands becoming a cannon. This man could sink the ship that is me with a single poetic flick of his tongue. He was the only thing that could stop me dead in my tracks. And…
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you are not him and the weight of that is more than I can carry LL
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I am thankful for the hours spent running around the hospital or stuck behind a desk because it has shown me the value of life and I have met some real life self sacrificing heroes in the doctors I work with everyday and allows me to provide for my son. I am thankful for the…
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i remember every time you leftthe stones stacked on my chestand i stood stillweighted, waitingfor your name to pass throughsome messenger’s lipsso it’s strange that it should come to thisthat we are strangers once again the blood& the bones
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and they said who will go? the valiant, the mighty, the bold they all say send me but let it also be known that the scared, the young, the naively brave the ones not even knowing the weight they will declare their willingness in hopes that through sacrifice, through suffering someday they may become like…
