The days feel long
And the minutes go oh so slow
As our minds wander in the moment
Then before we know it, we look back… 14 more words
3 hours, 47 minutes
I don’t remember
learning what beauty is
and yet it is as through
I have always known
what beauty is not.
1 day, 3 hours
The writing of Daniel Jones
There once was a man who wanted it all
…and he got it.
My goodness, did he get it.
3 days, 4 hours
The key to my safe
Is inside your safe.
You may feel fine, but be just getting by.
Skin is still scalding when nerve endings die.
To be under every one’s magnifying glass…
Critiqued to the very last detail of my existence,
Yet still overlooked.
To know what I’m doing and what I’ve done. 91 more words
I haven’t taken communion in years,
afraid of the sizzle that might
imprint on my tongue: perfectly round,
cross tattooed on raw muscle.
I am no longer one to mouth the prayers. 26 more words
4 days, 19 hours