Take Me Home

This is a poem that I wrote recently about how I often live in the past and fear the future, but that giving up is not an option. Each stanza ends with a repeated verse, which stems from something I said in a prayer the other night in a shower (as odd as that sounds). I thought it was neat, so I wrote it down and ran with it.

The Church is Up in Flames

This is a poem about how so many people like me seem to be too lazy and selfish to fit one hour a week of going to church into their schedule. I personally feel a lot of guilt about this and plan to eventually break the habit. Even if you don't believe in God, organized religion, or the overall message of some faiths, when you are inside of a local church as part of a congregation during a Mass...it is a blissful experience.