Stunted

I write what I write
whether it's right or wrong

I fit words that don't rhyme
into every damn song

I hear pounding between
the beats of your drum

In every day, minute and hour
we're so different, yet one

So why do you tell me
that I'm doing it wrong when

Your rigid desires deny you
the beat of our song

Resurrection

We are made and broken
a million times over
til we can't see through
these tears, this pain

Is this me, dying
or just a glimpse
of what
I am yet to be?

Touch me
with your cold hand, Death
so that I won't feel
this burning anymore

The ABCs

Shame is slippery
and guilt is heavy

Love is what sets you free

Open  your  heart.

Timeless

I wonder how many tocks have ticked on my clock
while I stared listlessly past the sky

Do you think of the days that have scratched in the wall
while eternity dashes across the sky


Timeless is love that weights for this moment,
holding it up to the light