Author: Confessions
-
Weary
It feels as though I have fallen into a great pit The earth beneath me has opened wide its jaws Her teeth are as jagged mountains I am lost on the foothills The darkness has swallowed me whole and I have found no peace amidst weary nights My slumber is spent tossing and turning, avoiding…
-
Fault Line
Such a small boat for such a large ego What was it that made you think you would never sink? Funny how the waves, so soft and still, can throw you into an abyss All it takes is for one bullet to miss Shot from the gun of the heart I hold the key to…
-
The Wild Adventures of a Wandering Vagabond
The one thing I love the most about being an independent adult is the ability to make choices. At any moment I could decide to drive to a different state for a while and stay there. At any moment I could decide to buy a large tub of ice cream and eat it all by…
-
No R(a)grets
Yes, my title is intentional. No, I’m not illiterate or awful at spelling. Yes, it’s from a movie. I went to see Poltergeist at a local $2.50 theatre tonight and I noticed someone’s tattoo in the concession line that got me thinking. Was I going to get a slushee and popcorn or a regular drink…
-
An American Confession (On Christianity and Homosexuality)
Dear America, My name is insignificant. My existence is small amidst your great shore for I am just a face in a sea of many souls. I have debated many a time within my heart as to whether or not I should write to you. Not because I had little to say but simply because…
Confessions 