https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_33gAQA_lbY So, my idea to make a "Music Monday" post every Monday for 2018 has been a complete failure, but that's all going to change in 2019. Or not. I can't tell the future. All I can tell you is that The Sonder Bombs make me happy, and they released an album, and that album … Continue reading Music Mondays: The Sonder Bombs!!! (Again!!!)
But somewhere, in all that anger, is the pale heart of somebody who wants to be loved.
When my light begins to fade, And I cannot tell the difference Between the edge of our Sea And that rocky ledge Where old things go When they are called home. In that half-light, Where time splits open And everything that once could fly Embraces the finality Of a perpetual slumber, Know that when everything … Continue reading “You aren’t here anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone. Even though it’s hard, I’m able to keep going with a smile, because of you… Thank you.”
You were everything I never knew could exist in a soul. You were a soft sunset, yet you never lost any of your radiance. You made the end of every day something to look forward to. I had no idea a person could actually look forward to tomorrow without even a hint of fear. You … Continue reading “I’m not surprised by many things anymore, which would explain why you managed to shake me to my core.”
No matter how deep I go, I can’t cut it out. I was fighting against the red, but as it slowly faded into black, I caught a glimpse of the truth. I’ve spent so many years living on a razors edge that I stopped fearing sharp objects altogether. No, maybe I was never afraid in … Continue reading “God made me tenderly, with love in every stitch, and how did I repay that care? I forced God to watch me as I ripped open every last seam.”
I wanted us to be happy, but I also had an unhealthy definition of happiness. I thought of everything we were, and made it into everything you were. I did things that might make you smile, wrote poems that would light up your eyes. I was content to make your happiness my happiness. But that … Continue reading “I’ve tried leaving my heart free to wander, but everytime…every single time…it always comes back…to you.”
Seeded into my nights, Your essence claims me; Hidden in my shadow, Your fists find purchase On peach shaded skin. When you feel yourself Losing your grip, Fingers morph into claws, Piercing my exposed flesh Until my moonlite profile Is brushed in heavy strokes Of ferric crimson.