What am I without my sins

Every line running across my dry skin

Every time I shed a tear for the wrong and right reasons

Every time I kissed and told

Every dirty little lie

What am I without my sins

Without the poisons I consume

Not caring what it does to my body

What am I?

My sins make me me

What am I without my sins

The truth is I’ll never know

My sins have consumed me since bi...

I saw a feather on the ground

One little lone feather

As I picked it up…

I thought about this little feathers journey

It began its life, surrounded by its family on the body of the bird

Soaring through the sky seeing the world

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Yet as fate would have it

We found each other

Me and the little lone feather…

Meeting

Does the little feather wonder about my life before our fate...

Your favorite color is black.

I smiled quietly…

it’s mine as well.

Black like the sky just before the stars

decide to show themselves,

soft and vast,

holding space for every light waiting to be seen.

It’s not absence,

but a kind of fullness

the kind that holds mystery,

the calm before the world shifts.

There’s something about that color

the way it feels like a secret,

something only a few under...

This town is built over lies

Over dead bodies

The trees we pick our fruit from

Tainted by the spilled blood of our ancestors

The halls we walk down once walked through by people we now dare not name

The halls are poisoned

The doors hiding secrets

Every creak in a floor board telling echoing tales of sorrow

Grief

Affairs

Lies

This town is built over lies

The shallow graves we bury our dar...

Painting

The gateway to the soul

Art

The gateway to the answers of the world

But sometimes painting isn’t enough

Art isn’t enough.

I need to consume the paint

Have it slip down my throat

Go through my digestive track

And paint my organs

Maybe whenever the toxins begin to curdle up

I cough out the paint

It running down my eyes as my new tears

It will be enough.

Feeling the paint

Paint my...

I always had a sense of self righteousness

Not extreme

But subtle

When people would say things

I would simply observe

Thinking

Thinking about how what I would have said

Would have been better

More accurate

More important

More valid…

Thoughts don’t hurt people. Actions do.

Thoughts are harmless

People go to church to preach to a God that I know isn’...

Sitting in front of me

A table

A table full of goods

Everything I could desire

Food

Sweets

Alcohol

Money

I look at the table in disbelief…

How

How

Could I contain myself

Nobody could

Not just me

My mouth…watering

Tingling…

I feel the sensati...

Rooms I never go back to

It’s not something we think about

Not until it’s gone

My childhood bedroom

The apartment

The apartment me and my mom lived in

Rooms i never go back to

The room where I lost my will

I will never go back to that room

Never

See

Her

Face

Again

Rooms I never go back to…...

Dreams

The gateways to our minds

Our desires

Between our eyes

And in our minds

Floating on water

With an otter

How to breathe in a dream

Falling

Staircases

Water

Fairies

There is truly no one way

To breathe in a dream

Soaring in the sky

With a fly

Maybe dreams are what let us breathe

Breath...

Every day seems the same

I wake up

Hit snooze on my alarm

Splash cold water on my face

Try to make it through the day

Without a break

A break of my mask

A chip in the corner

Every day seems the same

The people in this house know

They are catching on

They saw the crack

The crack in the mask

The mask I wear

The mask that molds

Sweats

Breaks

Tears

Conceals

Every day seems the same...