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Naive Wishes

Paint me with naive wishes 

They are the only ones worth having 

Haven’t learned fear 

Haven’t known failure 

Still have the time to prove 

Paint me with with naive hope 

That has every reason to go on forever 

Doesn’t need to be realistic

Doesn’t feel pressured to be responsible 

Young enough to know no limits

Paint me with naive love 

That blooms in every young soul 




In the face of every sad love song

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The Star

Drown me in it
Make me swim in my indulgence
Burn me with it
I want to feel the scars
They speckle me like stars
In the night I’m alive
It gives me light
It fills my drive
I feel so bright
Life shines, I thrive

The moon is small in the night sky
And it’s all I see
It burns me in its sight
Washes me away
Swallows up my fight
Compelling me to stay
My will has lost its might

Surrounded by the beauty
The night will always be
The world that I belong in
Which wasn’t meant for me


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I’ve wasted all my love on you
Spent all my hope with you
Gathered all my dreams
And saw them in a scene
With you
Fashioned girlish wishes on you
Passioned whirlwind nights with you
Faith to fuel my drive for you
Cannot seem to get a clue
With him

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The Observation Deck

My open mind
Is not a place to write on
You can find
Another ear to hum on
I do not marry
To one line of thinking
Yet you see me
With some kind of lacking
I am a watcher
Not made as a preacher
The only lecture
Is through life as a teacher
Though I listen
And am so eager to hear
I feed discussion
Not forcing answers from fear
My open mind
Is not a place to write on
I am no kind
To come for a sermon
I only ask
Because I want to explore
If your mind could open
I could ask you for more

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Is an irate fighter
Grafting enemies among admirers
Massive forward intent
Pushing until entirely spent
I cannot say
Is it bold?
Is it real?
Or drawing from a certain pain
Others cannot see or feel?

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I didn’t ask
I didn’t say I needed you
I didn’t want that
I didn’t mean what you interpreted
I didn’t solicit a suggestion
I didn’t give you authority
I didn’t look for you
I didn’t desire your energy
This is something else entirely

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I am
And then I immediately am not
I am everything I can be
I am, a possibility