poetry

Horse graffitiÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Repesenting A freedom rarely found In a concrete jungle Untamed equine lines Breaking chains A wildness…

A Bull $^*! Lie

they will tell you every chance they get that boys are not supposed to cry time to call…

Am I not good enough for you?… Your lies I toss aside as irrelevant.Â Â Â And yet ……

If I open my chest, Reaching in with trembling hands, And if I gave you my heart. Would…

A suffocating gray; hangs over our heads and covers our hearts. Looking for color; no matter how small…

(A short video of Snoqualimie Falls in Washington state, enjoy!) The rushing waters Never slowing They cascade Falling…

Clinging to hope we look for rest, stranded here in the in-between. What was is gone and what…

Â Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the…

Hope, is no small thing. The sun spreads its warmth and light on everyone, the good and bad….