The Shooter

The Shooter

he was freenot a care in the worldan empty canvasstripped of lovehis power is in his handhe uses it with a gunto paint more bloodon the canvas of his communityto show them his heart đź’”
Fresh Water

Fresh Water

today’s tears taste like fresh water as they travel the eye gates they almost escape before sniffles reroute them to my mouth I Love You is all they ever want to say drowning words that replay in my head as my tears give them a ride outside of my heart because...
Illusions of the mind

Illusions of the mind

The words at timesSeem trapped behindIllusions of the mindRedeemed?Sanctified?What’s insideAfter a rideOn the soul trainWhat remains?Freedom and restraintLess wordsMore meaningLess talkStillness in reasoningThe destinationLeaves me gleamingAt the peace...
Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis

I’ve had to be stronger than any girl should be Who told you that? You were born a girl because you know how to handle things That would break the backs of men Who told you that you can’t win? Who told you your emotions are weakness and not strength? Only the brave go...
Hearts are Changing

Hearts are Changing

Hearts are changingMinds are rearranging If you’re feeling and pain and anguishYou better examine what you’re claiming You are what you love, not who loves youYou are what you hate, not who hates youYou become the one you choose