Lighthouse

Turn violet light to the direction of the sea shattering ships on ruby-pressed lips. Sailors are drawn to pearl white-tower of sirens singing to the tune of scratched nails against roaring waves violently crashing and receding into a column of sharpened shell shards on shore. Sailors swim in burgundy waters and their cold bones clatter… Continue reading Lighthouse

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Be Spiritual, NOT Religious

When I tell people that I'm a Christian, they think I'm religious. I'm so religious that I go to church every Sunday, only listen to cheesy "I love Jesus" songs, and hate those who don't follow what I believe in. I'm a person that is untouchable to the secular world. Someone they can't be themselves… Continue reading Be Spiritual, NOT Religious

Love your “Emotional” Self

I love the fact that I'm emotional. I don't find it a weakness, but my strongest attribute. Emotional people are an incredible breed of humans who are in tuned with their emotions and needs of others. We feel deeply, love passionately, and give without hesitation. We wear our hearts on our sleeves even if it… Continue reading Love your “Emotional” Self

Water Lily (“Learn To Pick Her First”)

Rivers run dry in spicy heat beating waves of sun in his crackling voice underneath the tumble weed. She draws the water in with her lily pad from rain pouring through the waterways and strengthening her roots underneath aquamarine bubbles and self-love. She does not need him. The man of heat drying her roots and… Continue reading Water Lily (“Learn To Pick Her First”)

Her Pearl (A Poem for Grandma)

She smiles with pearl-white teeth and an oyster of secrets beneath her heated breath exhaling from her lungs and swallowing salt water with each dive into night tide sea. She harbors her shell from the crashing waves above her auburn hair and sea-green eyes wandering through black and white photographs and expecting affection in between… Continue reading Her Pearl (A Poem for Grandma)

Heavenly (written 5 years ago)

Angel, Angel, Angel, can you hear my faint whisper? My worldly words never seem to reach you beyond the heavens. I can still feel your lingering kiss upon my lips… And the careful caresses of your holy hands… There is truthfully emptiness without your perfect presence… I need you here to ease my sorrowful soul!… Continue reading Heavenly (written 5 years ago)