Posted in Music Mondays, My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., The Modern Classics, Uncategorized

Miya Folick is everything I love about music.

At this point I’ve watched Miya Folick perform this song a hundred different times, and every single time I’m still blown away. The feelings she invokes with her voice, the way she writes sharp, intimate songs with soft words, and the way she lets the music take over with every performance, I’ve found that Miya Folick is everything I love about music. Just listen to this song and I promise, you’ll be hooked for life. I know I am.

Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics, Uncategorized

“It only took me a few seconds to realize my mistake, but by then the damage had already been done, and I lost more of myself to a stranger..”

I don’t know how you feel about me;

You never say what’s on your mind.

One day your all smiles and roses

And the next you treat me like a waste of time.

You loved me in the morning

But by Noon, you were nowhere to be found

And I’m sure before I go to bed

You’ll be there when I lay down


It’s never easy, you and me,

Because I love you wholeheartedly

And to you am just some body

To keep you warm…

Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics, Uncategorized

“I exist as nothing but sin, which is why karma is my best friend; I deserve these, all of these…I have earned every last cut…” (part 4 of 5)

I want karma to see

Every mistake I carved

In my attempt

To reap forgiveness.

Are these lines

Repentance for the past

Or a reflection of me

And the tomorrow

I’ll never escape?

Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., The Modern Classics, Uncategorized

“This may sound obvious to some, but you don’t have to say that you’re okay when you aren’t okay.”

Breathing in these embers, my esophagus melts like candle wax, and these things I need to get off my chest remain buried in my lungs. They fight for a release, so they worm their way through my veins. I can feel them crawling, a sick itch beneath my skin, sending my sense of touch into disarray. I need relief from the fire that is boiling in my blood, so I’ll treat my skin as bark, carving out chunks of crimson comfort..

Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, Uncategorized

I left my life of black and white to feel the brightest red. But time cools hearts, leaving it in parts, and I’m left with this blue instead.

We used to talk every night; you never let me fall asleep.

A certain wonder enticing my eyes to refrain from closing in your company.

I would instead stray as the rolling thunder, masquerade as your thin visage reflected.

I wore you, yet what is it that you colored me?

 

When we started this you were my softness, my tranquil dawn,

My summertime siesta, a picture perfect minute,

The heavens above fields of dreams, where kites drift on a clear breeze

And rain never falls as the Sun never fades.   

 

But Suns always set, and so moments become memories,

And against that tide of a shifting sky,

Time revealed that softness to be such a frail thing…

 

My mornings turned into the sound of scraping ice.

The sight of my numb breath, frost laced kisses,

Caught in the dark of the far to early evening,

A rattling through my lungs that drives my body to shivering pieces

Across these unshoveled sidewalks of December, Ohio.

 

Yes, I was still draped in your color, but only now do I see

The never-ending shades that your blue could be.