Candlelight

The flicker of the candle accentuates the droplets on my window.
The rain falls steady and the air is thick
And I can’t help but let my thoughts run rampant
Running my hand along the blank pages of my notebook, I write
Pulling inspiration from the weather
Doom, gloom and chaotic memories
These words flow out like rising riverbanks
I try to catch them in buckets before they soak back into the floorboards
Until I’m overwhelmed by the fog
And this notebook is all that’s left to remind me
I watch the glow of the candle dissipate
Sinking back into the darkness

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Autumn Reminders

I can feel the chill in the air
The sharp sting like lightning shooting through my veins
Shivers deep down into the bone
The smell of leaves falling from their branches
Landing like colorful tarps strewn across the ground preparing to protect it from a harsh winter
The cool orange sun sets early these days
So the stars can shine brighter during longer nights
Entangling feelings of loss and renewal
A much needed cleanse for Earth and life
Seasonal reminders that we need to let go to be able to grow

Wash away

I stand under a shroud of grey skies and heartache
Waiting patiently for the rain to fall
and the dams to break
Holding my umbrella at my side
I don’t shy away from the oncoming storm
Letting it wash away my sadness
Even if just for a day

Through the Smoke

It’s getting harder and harder to see the good in a world filled to the brim with the bad.

This evil flows freely through every crevice and crack, overfilling and overflowing into our lives as sure as sunshine.

When corrupting even the purest of hearts is so easy nowadays, where can we stand to get out of the fire?

How can we continue to walk forward when everything around us is burning to the ground?

I need help looking through the smoke, and learning to live with the heat.

Because this hell on Earth isn’t going away, it’s growing and claiming all that we love as it’s own.

My Demons

My demons slither
just beneath the surface
Clawing to be let out
They torment me
In hopes that I give up
Or I give in
But I’m stronger than they think
I can’t hold them at bay forever
But for now I can hold them in

 Made of Paper

There was this warmth in your eyes that could keep me wrapped up tight for hours.
And there was this fire on your tongue that lit brighter with every word you whispered to me.
I let you in and I even stoked your flames, as I loved to watch you grow.
But I wore this heart on my sleeves like I was made of paper.
When your blaze became uncontrollable it was too late to out run your embers.
There was this fire that caught hold and engulfed me, consuming every inch.
But even after the inferno had died down
and ash was all that was left of me, I still wanted you to keep me warm.