art, introspection, philosophy, Poetry, Uncategorized

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


introspection, pain, philosophy, Politics, Uncategorized

A Valid Voice

Don’t be afraid of being wrong, be afraid of living life without a voice.

Conversation and debate is tricky. There are usually an intense amount of emotions present in intellectual discussion, which warps everything out of control. It makes having a truly enriching discussion very evasive. I filter what I say, and even what I think, based on the perceptions of others and the mainstream. I think more people do this than would readily admit, again, because therer is an ego to protect. In my life I have been domineered into subscribing to points of view politically, religiously, and in every opinionated category that exists. The way our beliefs shape up are largely based on how the environment around us shapes us.

My point with all this is not to tell people not to have an ego. You just can’t abandon your ego. Pride drives people, and it drives me. What I’m saying is, that I want to be in the conversation. I don’t mean just talking about things, I mean, I want to formulate my own opinions instead of regurgitating others’. I want to use my voice, and I cannot use my own voice if I do not have my own thoughts.

What I’m saying is, I’m okay with being wrong. I want to hear why I’m wrong. I want to change and grow, and I want to be challenged. I am okay with being disagreed with. I am okay with being devalued based on an opinion. What I don’t want is to not have an opinion. I have to have a voice.

art, introspection, pain, Poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized


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

art, introspection, philosophy, Poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized, Watercolor

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

art, introspection, pain, Uncategorized


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?

art, introspection, Poetry, Uncategorized


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


Anxiety is Okay

At two in the morning I feel anxiety. I do not want it to have me, but I feel it on me. It is like a reflex that kicks out emotion. I can see it in me. It used to worry me, but now it is just an annoying thing that takes up time. It is like I am a spun up phone cord that needs to hang and twirl to release tension. I am tired at two in the morning. I am a human being and my emotions do not come on a schedule.