“Creativity”

writing passes by and’s forgotten
it always means most to the writer
do they even know what’s been poured out
can they imagine the dance floor in the heart Continue reading

Advertisements

“Just Ask”

if you knew me
you’d see my heart is pure
if you knew me
you’d see I’ve died to self
if you knew me
there’s things you wouldn’t question
if you knew me
you’d see my life has changed

if you don’t know me
just ask
I’ll tell you anything

Corking a Geyser

Last night, I almost believed the enemy and had planned never to write again. Why I even entertained him disturbs me, but I did and even set my alarm, so it’d be too late for me to write this morning. My plan failed because God woke me up an hour before my alarm and told me to write, so here I am. Continue reading