tell tale wonders

Tell me how it feels, To hold my heart in your hands, And be so carefree and reckless, Because I wish I didn’t care, wish it didn’t affect me so boldly, But every time I find myself clinging to the words you let linger, Clutching my heart as though it were struck a thousand times,…

The Gift No One Wants

Late at night, bored and melancholy, I ask myself the age old question; Are we tortured because we’re artists? Or are we artists because we’re tortured? An angel came into my dreams one night, Placed her hands on my shoulders, She told me she was giving me a gift, I felt a spark of ignition…

Caught in the Billow of Fabric Wings

It was during the bustle of Christmas performances at the church I grew up in. Winter chills clamored onto large, wooden doors to the sanctuary lobby. Guests were piling in sluggishly from the weather. The performers hid themselves behind the curtains and back rooms. Older members adorned in black outfits, actors and actresses getting primped…