Self Expression is Not a Cry For Help

Self Expression is Not a Cry For Help

I’m going to start speaking in riddle and rhyme, for to lay my heart bare is personal crime. I hide from the world, ashamed- my true place, I sit and spin fingers through memories of lace. To hear my heart mourning begs perception acute. It would be more appealing if it strummed as a…

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Faith Race in the Space Between Farce & Grace

Faith Race in the Space Between Farce & Grace

Look, it’s difficult for me to post this poem and entry into my own blog/website; in fact, I’ve never been more apprehensive about sharing a particular creative work. I wish to be judged by my actions, and how I treat others, not by the stigma attached to typical Christian beliefs…but I’d be lying if…

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Dispelling Resentment

Dispelling Resentment

With it is hindrance and see it do not, now I must shove it in the land of Forgot. I do wish it harm, I do not wish it well, I wish it would burn in the bowls of a hell! Where it squishes on down till there is but a trace of its…

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