Ghosts of the past stay in the Present
To preface, I used to be Christian, and I lost faith…well, to be more accurate, I never actually had it. I never felt that connection; it did not help that my mother forced me to attend church until I was sixteen. Moreover, my mother and sister are the only “good” Christians that I know. With the political climate and increased forced exposure, I’ve had things on my mind.
This isn’t meant to be a criticism or anything; it’s more of a philosophical take.
Alice was the prettiest
Sometimes I hear them in my ears In the dark as I lie in my bed The tinkle of words,…
Some pain is purely emotional Some is purely mental Others translate to spiritual But what happens when they become physical?…
I find myself drifting out of consciousness Yet I stay conscious through it all An out of body experience within…
What if you didn’t fear death but life? How different would the world be? Would it be chaotic or peaceful?…
They were meant to be soulmates But the stars wrote a different destiny. It was worth it That paralyzing feeling…
Hello, my loves. I released a poetry book on Amazon a few days ago with their self-publishing option on KDP.…
I hate the saying “Time Heals all Wounds” I’ll probably go into detal about that at a later date but not now
I have the uncanny ability to always find beauty in darkness and in stagnant objects There is something worth while…
Ghost Wife Poems 