Somewhere behind all the layers of dirt, the colorful masks, and the ugly self-repugnance, there lies a Warrior. It is time she light the...

Ah, an insatiable imagination is a double-edged sword.

My muddled mind begs to know that which I cannot place -- how it is that have known you all along. And then it happens. Clouds close...

Time calls to speak my heart. My voice trembles, coming out as a whisper yet, there's a need to quell the pain of this unsettling...

There comes a time when left alone that the noise and busyness of existence calms to a loud, engulfing silence. If you rest in this place...

There is a stirring real confusing frightening in effect hard to embrace I stall and question who have I become what came before what...

I identify as a hippie with a loud mouth who cries about your crimes yet is playful, silly, and with hope. Here is the truth of my ways....

If you have a job, or If you get to live near your family, or If you have time off of work on this holiday, or If you have a home or...

My dog has all of his priorities straight... Love much, play hard, lean in, stay true, protect what you value, don't waste your food,...

Some seek constant happiness or contentment. Life does not allow for such constancy. Yet, one can attain peace at times of suffering or...

I take you in and see your beauty with a thousand loving eyes.

As a child, confused by what I saw,I cried and prayed. "Give their pain to me," I said, because I loved hard, and too much, and cared...

With the calm comes a silence, a lesser need to declare. The snarls of my empathic temperment are detached and unnoticeable, as if a part...

We rest in the middle of almost all the way down and nearly to the top, middle-held, reaching between polars, trying to come close to the...

To the genders who aren't represented, to the groups who are not heard, to those who have been violated, and to those who have not found...

morning moving, and effort all suck no umph no ease no reprieve chronic discomfort is the larva that morphs to irritability, despair So,...

There is a poem to be written and I have something to say yet the words don't come easily. The mind feels dull and time consuming and all...

I walk around the foothills of my mind. There is a strong scent of leaves, moss, and mud. The ground is wet as is the muck on my boots....

My vision either clarifies or distorts from the thought of you Everything about you is remarkable your smile, your voice, your eyes as...