Now I see it crystal clear, I’ve dissipated the fear, closing the gap, from being a sap to knowing my power, like an iron tower I walk with God, no need for a prod the heart want’s me dead, I walk to my execution gladly, I’m on mission, for attrition, from my self and… Read More Teach me to play the heart the way you do, I’ve never felt it opened that way before (poem)
I want to hear the things that make your eyes sparkle and give you that flutter in the deepest part of your heart. I want to cry with you, hold you while you cry out the pain like the heart opened warrior you are. I want to feel that warrior heart, I see your… Read More I WANT THE REAL YOU. Not winner you, not tough you, not cool you. I want to feel the beautiful pain inside you.
Hi, Mrs. Daniels. I called you in today, because Timmy has been causing alot of commotion, on the playground, in class, and during the after-school activities. Usually we are able to spot these “incessant verbal diarheaa” ones in the admissions process and try to alert parents to the inner turmoil that it may be revealing… Read More Productive Extrovert Syndrome
I love talking to people who are “awkward” and don’t have a perfectly fortified mask, I know they are human and they don’t pretend. They are not good at hiding their heart, their insecurities are right out on display, their humanity. These are such beautiful humans, the fire burns strong in their heart, they know… Read More The wisdom of the crowd has nothing for me
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I cry the tears of a million starving orphans, the tears of the sunken slave ship, and the the burned, the tortured, the murdered, the unloved, the cast off, the executed, the outcasts and the lepers whose souls’ wither away in isolation, as the crashing waves of… Read More I was born with a broken heart