It looks on me.
               For looking through my dense, blue eyes
                               to think and see something could be perfect.
              And it disappoints me, when vision collides,
                               and I find my inner house so unswept.

It knows me.
              I used to tell it all, mine and those around.
                               It was my oracle, my prophet: guide of depression.
              But it led me astray; those that loved me I found
                              loved me much, but pride they gave no concession.

It kills me.
              My red ego, my self-taught lies of reputation,
                            I told myself, I might one day live with them again.
              But I never could, it was never my salvation,
                            for someone else was, and with He I will ascend. 

And it leaves me.
              Up I go without pride and without stones to throw now,
                            for my enemy, he needed me, to be the target.
              But my face is scratched from all their portraits, oww!
                           My heart knows no vengeance, for it knows I started it.

Biography: Surprisingly, I was not originally drawn to poetry as an art form, but after I scrolled out my first choppy verses during a class exercise, I immediately fell in love with it. As I continue to write poetry, my deepest inspirations come from The Bible. Whether it is verses from my childhood or something I read during my daily devotional as I sipped on my coffee, I love how poetry allows me to express the deep emotional impacts scripture impresses into my soul. I hope to continue in my creative pursuits and impress my love for scripture and its deep meanings into many people as I continue to share my art with others.