April 18, 2017 Photograph We’re all just poor, passing photographs Snapshots and misshapen mishaps Formed by laughs and relapse Printed in aberrated facts Torn and tapered edges Jampackedtimelapse Sincerely forgotten pledges Instead of toothsmile wedges Given to quell sketches Disappearing reckless digitals We were developed from negatives Flipping through album sedatives Skipping…
February 29th: EXODUS. ~~~~~~~ An almost-year later, I think the festering Amalekites are dead now.
The friend of my eleventh grade English teacher wrote this poem about the Refugee crisis. Dedicated: Happy birthday to the Sunset One, who taught me to look between the lines of words, the lines of art, the lines of miles, and the space between the lines of our beliefs. Happy Birthday a year ago today,…
….a year later. Advent-close to your birthday on the twelfth day of Christmas month and just hours away from your battle lines, our nation hears the ricochet of ammunition in the college campus.
Dear Reader: God had a different plan. Its only His forever that is eternal. ——————————– November 3 2016 If i was a compass, i am lost, but you are my north. Im dazzled by your petrifying eyes Their forgiving glance planted into my immature root-of-a-soul That i will cultivate forever. I want to…
I voted today.
I watched Suicide Squad tonight. A fellow student committed suicide last weekend.
We all are not enough, and for what i cannot be, i am not. Thankfully, there is an I Am.
Dear World, I wrote a poem. but that’s not all I’m going to do.
Today, i met one of my role models. Caroline Clare, woman of God and woman of proverbs 31:26. Best day to meet a beloved teacher and friend-close-as-big-sis.
written in a canyon on a drive that changed my life…. or that drove my changed life back to the Canyon it once belonged.
Written for one of my best friends in the world, whose mind is a treasure-trove that i have only known for several months, i wrote this may 8th on the ride up to SLC. The trip through the luscious green mountains was lifechanging.