Cognitive Dissonance

Who will save the sane?

The Muse

Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)

Carried Through My Storms

He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone

OOPS (Blog boo boos again)

Oops I did it again

Bad Feathers

Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.

Stones of Regret

His absence is too loud, too painful.

Dance like nobody’s watching / 119 pounds of sorrow

dancing away my sorrows

Exiled (Again)

Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...

Identity

Just a little poem about ego

Babel

I needs any and all. GIVEMAH

Reflection

I see him but can he see himself?

Mercy

I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves

No Pretense

I guess you get 100% transparency with me.