Circus of Words

The end of the day comes Hours upon hours of solid work But my progress is lacking And I seem to have missed the mark... I'm looking...

Strange that while most people consider math and science to be the hardest fields of study, most people attempt to apply mathematical and sc...

Familiar streaks in the brown of pine wood Moving up the building walls without pause Lit up in purple, red, and yellow hues Refracted li...

Stained glass and mournful cries Clapping and stomping, songs begin to rise The below of the organ fills the room— Beauty grows from ...

I've been quiet too long Letting the words sit idle Choked up, suffocating on my tongue Waiting for them to be perfect, But ther...

A declaration of modesty-- The restrictive cry of shrouded beauty While the other half flaunts bold brawn Subtle, but causing us to fawn...

I hear people talk about miracles... They tend to talk about miracles the same way they talk about magic--that's probably one reaso...

I lie awake at night Wondering what God has in store      for me,  for the world... And I stop to have a little chat Echo fears and d...

Every day a new idea-- Colors, words, images... All spinning in my head And I can't keep up. I'm running as fast as I can Pluck...

Scattered and hidden Humbly going about their way-- A few gentle souls A few good people... Spare some silver for the poor Spare a...

When time runs out      as it always does When the wind stops blowing And the leaves stop falling, All is quiet, all is calm... My l...

Stepped off the cliff Expecting to fall, Expecting the splash of water The splash of me colliding-- I didn't expect to land Soft b...

Just when I thought hope was lost Everything had failed, the world was closing in And I just didn't want to think anymore-- When ever...

Peace of mind comes After you've surrendered everything Left all your dreams at the door And placed your faith     in something high...

Do you ever wonder where you'll go      Where your legs will take you,           Where your heart doesn't want to follow Or where...

Pray now-- Yesterday dies With the troubles it brought me And new hopes spring from ashes Fallen dreams Revived again To li...

This solitary action The root and cause of change This solitary action Born of idealism, careless and free A consequence whether by chan...

The fun (and burden) of poetry is when you re-read a poem and realize it completely captured a moment or idea (or that it didn't quite ...

A master of disguise, He lingers, hiding in plain sight, Neighbor, friend, and confidant He convinces the world to see Distorted views o...

To be aware is not to be weak-- To admit your fault and make amends, And if in the end you humbly bow It doesn't mean you've l...