• Poems

    haunted

    A porcelain face, eyes blazing with energy She kneads the claw marks on her back (she’s gracefully irresistible) Her mind is a labyrinth of mystery, When she looks in the mirror she does not see herself. Her blonde hair shuffles in a crystalline breeze She has lived with this long enough Every night it’s been the same The clamor more horrendous, the murmurs louder Whispers whisking across her face as she tries to sleep The angel girl is an aura of perfection “She’s mad at me,” she repeats “Because I won’t do what she says.” The creaking doesn’t startle her, nor does the chilling presence The one that sits at…

  • Poems

    the noble vision that was merely a vision

    Seemed like a vast open door that I’d fallen severely enamored with.  As fantastic as it was, wrapped up in all its royal graciousness, it was a righteous hearts hope and nothing more. “I think I would be extremely happy to know that I’m yours,” you had said. You were a hope glistening on the infinite scope and I, as always, was so caught up in the magnificence of it, seeing only that… The Vision started simple, perfect as you will, but later treacherously ravaging my imagination, frolicking wildly over the open expanses like a false enchantment under the muse of romance. Foolishly I focused all my optimism on The…

  • Letters

    the noble vision that’s promised to come

    Jesus, I want to be molded into the man you want me to be for my future wife.  I want to be worthy of her waiting and affection.  I want my relationship with You to draw her toward me, and our relationship draw from and point toward You.  Jesus, something has come over me, and I know it’s going to be hard but it’s time to wipe the slate clean today, to rise up out of this griminess that’s been holding me down and take hold of all You have for me.  Today is the day that I start believing that everything I ever wanted is on its way, maybe…