I just can't shake it, I've got that hunger I've got that empty feeling and it's gnawing at my soul come take my hand, come pull me under take my aimless heart and carry it back home Read the full piece here
are you any more than just a ghost more than just a picture in my mind? might be wrong, but I swear that you knew me that you said my name when you were passing by Read the full piece here
a bleeding heart is both a blessing and a curse your wakened soul feels compassion for the whole universe you also taken on all the grief and all the hurt cause a bleeding heart is both a blessing and a curse yes a bleeding heart is both a blessing a curse
it was not a silent night there was pain and joy and fright a first time mother, miles from home forced far to travel by edicts from Rome a young woman's cries echoed out that night in Bethelehm town
in a small town, everyone knows your secrets that weight is heavy where the shadows fall your old man's lies cut your lives to pieces word on the street is he doesn't stand so tall Read the full piece here
on the backs of the crushed, you've built this system power doesn't yield to ethical questions so you tow the party line, pulling it taut as it wraps around the throats of its victims
this is the storm before the calm I'm so sorry to rain on your parade yes, I used to believe in your absolutes but they proved to be of little use Read the full piece here
The contrast between the peace and quiet of the mountaintop and the perpetual noise and busyness of the real world are reminding me of how much life is an art of balance.
you keep looking for love in all the right places and still, it always goes wrong is there anyone left with the time and patience to be the home where you belong? you still believe, at least you want to believe, you're not so sure you should believe anymore you can't outrun who you are, who you have to be, but will you find who can be truly yours? it's far from simple
I keep storming castles, chasing this adventure they keep telling me I’ve never seen your face I keep riding off to battle, chasing ever after they tell each other I’ve clearly gone insane
my eager heart soared as the music swayed how I wished I could pause that scene "youth is wasted on the young," they say at that age, you don't know what they mean
song title inspired by the poem "Home" by Warsan Shire that night, the sky was raining tears that night, death was at our door caught in the waves, it dragged you down beside her the children screamed, the violent ocean roared
The best kinds of friends ask these kinds of questions; ones that stir you when you've gone stagnant or throw you a rope when you're in flood waters, as the case may be. Read the full piece here
So there I was, standing alone at Terminal B and I kept watching for a while, even after you were out of sight I didn't really think you'd suddenly change your mind but something wouldn't let me leave just yet Read the full piece here
and I was left without a chair when the music stopped someone stop the ride, I’m too sick to go on it keeps spinning, it won’t ever stop Read the full piece here
silver, such shiny silver, it can’t help but catch your eye when you see that sterling shimmer there’s no need to ask why there's no honor among us con men and no takers at your price don't look back, I think we lost them, now just shut up and drive Read the full piece here
he already knew the words that she'd say still they cut him down at the knees years build on the backs of sorry yesterdays till there's nothing to say but "I'll leave" Read the full piece here
When did we see you thirty? Oh Lord, when were you in need? Believe us, we would have noticed and brought you some relief Lord, when were you a stranger? We would've gladly let you in and when were you on death row for a crime you did not commit?
don't worry, you won't have to see me anymore won't ever need to hear my name again it's ok, don't need to think about me anymore the bags are packed, you're on your way again
I'll be the one with the empty dance card I still have that song stuck in my head I keep the rhythm with the beating of my heart I'm the one who said Read the full piece here
12 hours without stopping, guided by the harvest moon speeding down the freeway feels like I'm running away from you this is just the first of many more times that I will lose then find again, then lose again on the hunt for something true Read the full piece here
the seasons come and go the summer sun, the winter snow yet some how I still feel just the same I'm mostly young, no mostly old mostly silent and alone still hoping that my waiting's not in vain
a backhanded insult, you have always been a handful this time I mean it, this is the end at the point of no return, the third degree, the bridge that burned it never ends, it just begins again
I smell decay when you speak his name his touch shoots atrophy through your veins his kiss is death and not one has lived to tell Read the full piece here
that dreams reminds me of your hand in mine but tears can't sooth me like you used to I shouted you away with hands over my ears Read the full piece here