Searching

When I’m sitting here
Full but empty
I imagine you
In my life again
A perfect space of release
Certainty of peace

I long for terms
To acknowledge this pain
From losing you
I suffer with words
Tossing
From here to there
No direction
Just falling apart

Behind these bars
I am breathless
Listening
For any signs
That you may still exist

I gave sharp ends
In hopes of forming lines
After lines of poetry
Instead of scars

I once cried
Ruby red tears
At an altar
To praise
A Serrated Redeemer


~Me

Heartless

Sometimes the morning comes
Before I awake
Sitting around hoping
Much like I used to wait for you
 
I am tired now
To the bone even
Cramping and bending back
To break away
 
From the dust that has settled
In my soul
I am a rock
Revenging my life
So carelessly taken prisoner
 
By purgatory of your mind
You lie defeated
Where you cannot join me
Nor seek the liberty
I have found
From releasing you
To hell
 
You have went so far away
 
For the truth
Walks a straight line
Fearing the mocking glass
 
Ahead
Is nothing
Less than your trampled heart
Gaping
To embrace you
Into its grave of lunacy
 
I bid you farewell
Old friend of mine

"Praise the God of all, drink the wine, and let the world be the world."

"When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak."

"Life would be perfect if: some girls had mute buttons, some guys had edit buttons, bad times had fast forward buttons, and good times had pause buttons."

"Memories and loneliness look backward…fear looks around…but faith always looks forward."

Lines of Liberty

Warden of my prison
Keeper of my soul
I can survive
Without your ends

You tear and I sow
We make due
With what we have

I am a survivor
And you are a god
But we pray together

In the dark
With no one else listening
These veins open up and cry

And you are my reaper
My soul’s sitter

And I believe in euphoria because of you
And I get over lows through you
We guide each other
Into the right
Direction
To form a line
Of liberty

 ~TW

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."

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