These hands that create wonderful woodworks.

These hands that bless the poor the sick the lost

These loving hands that when you let them cover your heart can fill your heart with love and joy. These hands that can calm a storm. These beautiful hands with holes in them. These beautiful hands that never caused harmed but still started revolt against evil. These hands that I feel without seeing. The...

This one little pink post it. Funny it’s pink just like what got me here. Anyone else who would see this pink post it signed with his name would be jumping of joy. I see it and think “fuck now everyone is going to know where my morals stand” a sham this life I live. Only real solution in my eyes is to spat the pinks of him on the nice striped wall. I hope he understands but better me than my shado...

Roaming in the unpaved path bloody hands bruised knuckles knots all over my head. My bloods boiling I feel the tears start to drown my eyes. I’m crying hard. It’s dark I’m far out from the ranch. I fall to my knees and ball up. I remember the look on my mother and fathers faces as the city council sliced into them. I clench the dirt in my still bleeding hands. The wound is deep. So much blood. I ...