Oh stabbing at my heart like a sharp knife Yet shielding my heart from the painful thrust Fear and courage, my emotions in strife Searching for my dear friend, to …
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We Need It
He didnโt know I needed it, But when he held the door I felt noticed. She didnโt know I needed it, But when she let me in her lane I …
can you hear me?
Silence is a language of its own But not one that many, without discipline, understand Instead–musicย The great mediator [the Christ come to reconcile us all] When words fail us …
Art Off the Wall
Not the art of your fathers, But art that bleeds into new waters. Paint that seeps purposefully, Onto clothing and shoes. Colors melt together on skin Not on walls like …
The Lonely Guitar
My neck is sore, it yearns for touch To be held once again is what I desire My hollow body longs for such Passion in the hands of the one …
What Still Remains
by Ethan Pacholl — we used to play in fields the sweet summer sky sprawling across the canvas nothing but space and ourselves infinitely our bodies moving and the sweat …
Teddy Hugs
we used to clutch our teddy bears swaddled and cuddled warmly without any real fears. then dozing off quietly, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket hiding in forts of pillows, never …
Don’t Let Me Forget You
โThe only moment that matters is nowโโ But one cannot simply ignore the overwhelming dread of the inevitable, For only the passage of time could ease dreadโs vindictive hunger. Even …
Tribulation Song
Man hates the day when his mirror is shattered into fragments, And his visage becomes distorted. Man hates the day when his iron is no longer sharp, And his labor …
