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Monday, March 20, 2017

I'm Okay with Being a Grain of Sand (Imagine a Should Shrug)

Friend,
a term that I can tell
doesn't mean much to you.

Call me one,
seems like many do,
it’s not a bad idea.

I fell right through your fingers
like a grain in a handful of sand.
A grain that fell,
then blended well
with the rest on the beach.

Bet you never thought
of me that way, did you?

Good luck finding me again.

We're not exactly friends.

Use to be,
sure, but
what exactly
do you know about me?

Forget what you use to know. . .

WHAT DO YOU KNOW NOW?

What’s that I hear?
Radio silence. . .

I'm a book open as wide as it can be,
yet how is it you know so little about me?

A relationship like dead air-
all I’m hearing is static.

Don't you understand?

I don't know you anymore,
I haven't for quite some time.



Sunday, March 12, 2017

Keep This in Mind

I spend so much time worried
about what the words say
that I don't even worry
about the delivery. . .

Sloppy.

You can have the worlds
most important message
and completely destroy it

with nothing but a bitter tone of voice.


Sunday, February 26, 2017

Slammed My Finger in the Door

We're more than human,
we're emotion,
we're energy.

We're thoughts of guilt,
shame and animosity.

We're temples of the mind,
sometimes, 
slaves to sick bodies.

We're dangerous, murderous,
yet loving, giving.

Selfless and selfish at the same time.

We're all hypocrites
just doing our best
to practice what we preach,

and when we're the best at giving advice
we're always the worst at taking it.

I never got the chance to point it out.

Where Exactly is the Worry?

Perspective is a difficult thing to get past,
for fear of becoming like another.

Stepping into to someone's shoes
doesn't change the size of your feet,
or even the way you walk,
so never be afraid to see things
through someone else's eyes.

Becoming someone else isn't the goal,
but becoming a better version of yourself is.

Understanding another is one of the
greatest gifts a person can have,

and how can it ever hurt to earn a glimpse
of what the world looks like
through another set of eyes?



Thursday, February 16, 2017

If Not Now, When?

Imagine if,
for every time you felt disdain;

you wrote it down,
boxed it up,
put it away.

How many boxes would you have?
Would you forget in time?
Throw them away when the right time came?

What if the boxes were so vast
they blocked the view of the sunlight
coming through your window panes?

What if they started to mingle
with the boxes of good memories?
Making it impossible to ever see
any situation in a positive light.

Sometimes, you've just got to sit down,
sort through the things that hinder you,
and empty out your full house.





Monday, February 13, 2017

Where Do We Begin?

A beautiful sight,
it may be,
but sleep too long and you'll see
the havoc it will play.

Toying with your mind to be,
nothing but a symphony
of fear and frustration
for not being able to move on
from this place I'm in.

It hovers over me,
above my chest,
like sirens in the night,
out to steal your soul ....

“I am your shipwreck,”
she says to me.

“forget ever trying
to see the shore again” she said
“because you are bound
to drown with me in agony.”

I'd like to be able to say,
that you don't have any
power over me Anxiety,

but she leaves me listless
crying like a baby,
"Oh how will I ever
be able to overcome this?"

But wait, I am not helpless,
I have some power over you too.

I can't stand here,
letting you drag me to drown,
while I’m so busy fighting the battles
going on in my own mind,
that I’m unable to see
a watery grave surrounding me.

There's always time to save yourself,
but sometimes the question needs to be asked.


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

What You Say to a So Called Lost Cause

When no one wants to believe the truth,
let them believe the lie.

Instead of digging a deeper grave,
don't let hopelessness be an option,
ask for help
when you can't find
the hope you need.

You are not hopeless,
meaningless,
or worthless
for any mistake
you could make.

When no one wants to believe the truth
-don't give in to the guilt.

Be crafty,

let them believe the lie
and learn from your faults.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

It Happens to the Best of Us

One person decides to do something

different
for a change,

and it's like the rest of the world
does everything in it's

power
to stop you.

Well, don't worry.




Saturday, February 4, 2017

But a Speck


If I were a moment,
I’d make myself a forgettable one.

A speck of dust in your eye,
an annoyance you seem to wipe away.

I’d happen every now and then.

If you were a moment,
you’d be the one in my life
where I was taught the lesson;

that it can be the people closest
to you who are the most unkind.

The moment where I realize
I never needed those people to begin with,

and the moment where I gathered
the strength to grow self-confidence

from nothing. . . 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Lend a Hand

There I was,
asked to spill myself out
into the world again

-in a social setting of like minded people-

it's such an easy task.

What about when we're thrown back
into the real world again?

It's easy to stand up
for what you believe in,
when you're not standing
in the lion's den,
in the comfort of anxiety free living
and feeling great about yourself.

It's so much easier for us
to become one of them
and sink our teeth in
right where they don't belong.

Right in the heart of someone else's

confidence, 

leaving them with a lack 
of faith in our small world.

Why is it so difficult to accept yourself
in the faces of others opinions
when you know yours is just as valid as theirs?

We need to focus,
we need to continue to love life for its entirety,
while lovingly accepting its faults
and doing our very best to fix them.

Stop talking about your beliefs and ideals.

Live them.