Sucidal tendencies are locked inside of me. The first time i tried i was only 13. A world all alone and lost in my memories. Running away from everything that is me. Something unknown caught ahold of me. To help up and land upon my feet. A gentle voice to kept reminding me. Life must … Continue reading Suicidal tendencies

My dual nature is deep inside of me. Fighting indecisiveness that is overcoming me. For it is people that I truely rather read. Knowing their thoughts before they even speak to me. Another birthday approaches, with Mercury in the Air. Scattered thoughts flourish, is that my twin in there? This dual nature keeps fighting me. … Continue reading GEMINI

Photography is my creative side, A world I liked to see. But writing is my darker side, A world locked up in me. My Mind is limitless, of outcomes to become. Expressing myself through words, purging emotions as they come. Writing expresses healing, to that I did not know. But photography helps me capture, a … Continue reading REFLECTION

Your state of mind is your greatest feat For it determines everything you meet. The war between your mind and self is hard to overcome. But balance lies in the in the distance for those who have won. Lost at sea for many it may become, Shattered pieces on the floor, A battle never won. … Continue reading STATE OF MIND

The world passes you in your sleepless state. Lost in your dreams, to forget them when you wake. Only in your slumber do you begin to see the truth. LIFE has a purpose and so do you. Minutes pass by as those quickly forget their dreams. Lost inside, defeated before they even reach. But your … Continue reading SILENT WORLD

There once was a red brick bridge Along her sides the hills and fence. Towns at her sides with flowers in bloom. Grass bulbs grow along with dew. Peace and joy sang in the air. Not a problem in sight. No despair. A man entered the land eyes a new. Wandering the towns. Gazing at … Continue reading Burning Bridges Mend too

A sinners cup is hard to with stand. Nothing to quench as it becomes quick sand. Measuring ones life in the a cup of ones hand. Do you feel the tug at your throat? A life of sin? At the end of ones rope. Your tonque like sand paper; nothing gets in but to quench … Continue reading SINNER’S CUP