Our veins scorched by darkness, our hearts on fire, as heaven's light sets ablaze our eyes. Where did it go so wrong, when we're meant to be gods but we kneel and hide.
Our tears offered upon the altars of angels have become our rotten flesh and wine, our sin covered sacrifice.
Blinded by the blood moon of my darkest night , blackened eyes burning from so many shedded tears, drowning in the sorrow of a million damned shadows kissing and reaching for the light. Holding onto life, when all fears come alive on the inside....
This is my journey through life until now, my poetic musings as I travel this road towards the light, holding on to hope and pressing through life's darkness. A series of poetry works each a little puzzle piece, a part of my life, or a memoir, or just a thought as I reach for the light.
(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the details that make it unique. It's star gazing and asking yourself questions that could never be answered. It's wondering, it's questions, it's emotions, it's senses, it's poetry.. and every single poem has a trace of yourself in it.
My goal in my poems is to make people think and believe. Think deeper than what everything seems. Look deeper. Don't just read the cover, read the book. Find out what it has to offer, and hopefully you'll find something relatable that helps encourage you or atleast let you know you're not alone.(: