My entire world is ending
and I'm watching its skies fall...

Always imprisoned in a scare.
Reading into what's not there...

I have Jesus on my side,
there's no need to run and hide...

This isn't my best, I needed more time. Perhaps...

I'm enveloped in the privacy of shadows
Where only the abandoned sad knows...

Music plays inside my head;
spinning round and round...

You opened your chest so I could see your heart...
Hiding under sheets of skin are stories waiting to...

My definition's up to date:
another person you can hate...

Hear the color of black and white,
and feel this absent soul...

Like fairy tales in picture books
you placed my heart upon a hook...

Another poem James and I did.
His profile...

This Christmas isn't about the greater good,
nor about why it is often misunderstood...