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Beyond Lines: My Favorite September

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  Literature)  Last week, I deconstructed my song Armor , contextualizing my journey through spiritual abuse. This week, the topic is love- specifically, first  love. This piece is from Wasteland , the fourth album in Florilegium . My Favorite September:  A cluster of stars  in the shape of a heart.  She's ethereal twilight. She's got you mesmerized.  You're an elliptic galaxy  staring beyond me. The constellations in her eyes,  you have her memorized.  I gave you my whole sky  for only half of yours.  I don’t trust star signs or signs from stars.  With your hand holding mine,  I felt the lies with every touch.  You wanted sunrise but I'm faded aurora.  I’ll never be her,  your favorite September.  A cluster of stars  in the shape of a heart. I remember... you were my favorite September.  First Sight)  When I met him, he was anything but charming. From his obvious obsession with my e...
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Between Lines: "Armor"

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Literature)  Last week, I began a series called "Between Lines." In this series, I unveil messages, intentions, and stories behind selected pieces from The Winter Collection. The first piece I annotated was "Ruins," a song from my first published collection, "Florilegium." This week, we're in the same book, different album, identifying the meaning behind my song, "Armor." Armor:  I'd rather be feared than be adored. Fear never betrayed me. I don't trust anyone anymore.  When pain is all you know,  pain is all you want. Let down by my high hopes, I’m holding on by a single grudge. I set fire to my portrait  just to see my face burn. It's too late for a savior.  There's no heart beneath all this armor.  You preach unity, then you stand divided. Fuck your feelings, I'm openly offensive. No apologies, because I’m not sorry. Self-hatred)  “I set fire to my portrait just to see my face burn” was my focal point when writing this ...
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Between Lines: "Ruins"

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Literature)  I am enlivened to begin the first official blog series on A Season of Winter called "Between Lines." In this series, I will unveil messages, intentions, and stories behind selected pieces from The Winter Collection. For the sake of preference, this series will read less like an academic annotation and more like a deluxe diary entry. The song I have chosen for this blog post is titled "Ruins," featured in my first published collection, "Florilegium." Ruins: I kneel before a splintered cross, I carve out my splintered heart.  Praying to a false god, lies from the podium.  Am I a paragon of division or the product of what I’ve experienced?  Where you see defensive, I see no option.    I sold my soul for their validation.  You asked me to change then exiled me when I did.  My faith left in ruins.  So count the tears  that paint my ensanguined face. Who am I? A child that lost his faith.  My bloodstained timeline, my yo...
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