The pictures I paint in my mind. You, your beautiful A mess And strong. Your hair is dirty and unnatural . Your words come easy, And so do you. The trust you give Makes my head tilt As I look back at you With crooked eyes.
Category: MS
Hiding In Front – September 13, 2019
What’s your crutch, Are you still standing? Is your limp Pronounced enough, To feel the fear? Falling, Hesitation. Pride stripped down Beneath your belt. Is anyone looking?
Front Door – August 21, 2019
All the beautiful places, All the beautiful things, All just one simple step Right out your front door.
This Is Everything – August 25, 2019
Control, Of What?
Blurred – August 9, 2019
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Expectations – August 13, 2019
Drop the expectations, Let them fall to the floor. Without them you are free To feel life most genuinely.
Fortune – July 16, 2019
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
