When I glanced down my future paths

I was frightened by what I saw

I was to either follow many before me

Down a road that promised success

Or risk finding a dead end

But even if I had to cut through tall grass

And thick trees

I would not be a follower

I would rather risk it all

I would rather lose it all

Than live wondering

suddenly twenty miles-per-hour

feels like Nascar speed

to me,

i'm racin the clock.

racing cars,

racing myself.

it's nice forgetting how to go fast.

it's nice to feel afraid of normal.

I fit words like a puzzle in my mind.

the Pen I hold is my tongue

the Page is my lips

and my Words are my soul.

from poems i dream

to the ink on my tongue

i feel like flying

or maybe gliding.

gliding is smooth,

comfortable.

but then

i'm not comfortable

i bear my soul to a Page and a Pen

and hope my sword-like words don't meet my own chest

i'm constantly tongue-tied

not because I don't have Words

rather i have too many

what beautiful souls sip coffee next to me

what Stories we have

and oh,

how they need to be told!

and as the fire becomes sparkling embers

another's flame reaches for my whithering wic and whispers,

"You're special."

what sweet souls find themselves again

what brave souls dare to think bigger than how our culture tries to define us.

civil war

a church confined to walls

the body is sick

and in need of healing

but he will bring us to completion

he has not left us to fend for ourselves

he has called us by name 

we are dust no longer 

from now on

he calls us sons and daughters

I exhale more than I can hold

I chase an oasis I haven’t seen

Out of pure faith do I know

That a place is being prepared for me

My soul was lost in your heartbeat

I curled up as your chest rose and fell

I found my place for eternity

In the stillness

My eyes wander

My lips distract

My ears forget Your voice

But my eyes can't forget what you look like

lose yourself

time is no object

rise early

fall late

the waters are clear

the sand is white

i hear the waves

like a kiss goodnight

they meet me where i am

alone and unsure

they find me in my refuge

covered by His sweet embrace

my head sways

and i'm reminded

you are where my home is

paradise isn't paradise

at least

not for very long

a story written

a moment captured

daughter of the most high

made to cultivate

Our skin is thin

The air is thick

Go means stop

We stop a lot

Play means sit

We sit and throw fits

What happened

When did we lose our wonder

I wonder

if we will find it

We used to be curious

But now it kills the cat

Look at the screen

Forget the screams

Don’t think of what will be left

At the end of your life

Will you be more

Than a dirty hard drive