Anger

  • Careless Life

    Do not touch this softness. I see you angrily tearing at her bones, leave her be. Dear sweet, peaceful girl. For she must rest, she is weary, must rest, she has been battered and bruised by the tentacles of careless,… Continue reading

  • Hope and Peace

    What do I see when I see two sides at war? I see the middle of it all. I see the hurt of both parties, and though I tend to take the side of whoever seems to have the most… Continue reading

  • Like The Rest Of Us

    I do not believe in seeking justice. I believe in healing and forgiveness. I believe in walking with humans who are imperfect like the rest of us. Like the rest of us. Imperfect. Like the rest of us. Like the… Continue reading

  • Just A Game

    Is it worth these precious breaths? This fight, this blame, this game? Is it really so important? People die (people who are loved) and still we take for granted life. And we fight, and we blame in this game. It’s… Continue reading

  • Burn

    You will not singe me, more. You will not burn me, never another day. And I know this is me: a child who clings to life within the depths of an ancient fire. And I know this is me: still… Continue reading