Saturday, June 25, 2011

Between 22nd and Home

I think I lost myself
somewhere between your front steps
and 22nd street
miles from my home
and blocks from you

Maybe I lost myself because
I had put so much of myself in to you

Now I'm just a wandering shell
trying to remember who I am
I feel like I have amnesia
a chunk of my life stolen from memory
all because you said you couldn't love me

Or maybe it was that you wouldn't

So I left the memory of you
on the corner of 22nd and Holland
under the old oak tree
with the names of lovers
scarred in its trunk

Friday, April 15, 2011

Hank the Hummingbird


This is something I started at church last week and finished this week. Yay! Enjoy.