marred by insults
the heart heals with time
scar tissue remains
How do I say this?
I admit it’s very very hard
How to describe how I’m so happily marred
You make me feel trapped
Deep inside of me
Yet I don’t want to be set free
You make me feel anxious
Confused and nervous
Yet it all seems worth the fuss
Put simply, curse you
Why do you do this to me
Making me your one fee
But I feel it’s all worth it
For this pure stain
If it’s you I gain
Freeloading
Taking what was given by someone else for something else
A gift with a tinge of obligation
Tacit codes
From the animal that is me
To the ungrateful optimizer
A love of expectation
Is it a kiss if it's unwilling
branded by tears
A hand outstretched that stretches less and less
Adjusting from a partner to an attribute
And back
Can I love as a shell
How to fill if not to receive
From self or others the mechanisms of the Other
I am only part of me
A shell can be built or blasted
But tis one part of the many
I cannot see what I must
But that doesnt stop many
A partner without action is not a partner, just an externality
To use is violent but it can meet needs
The pain of the prisoner's dilemma from the good friend
Petrifying comes with tears
And prayers of awakening
Such is the joy of coming back home
a field a landscape a state an air an aura a friend
The pain of pulling your hand away and the joy of accepting it back
Knowing something has changed and acknowledging it
The bravery of seeing it as marred by good memories
Sin-marred
Guilt-damaged
Broken I was…
Yet God repaired my life…
Renewed*!
Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.
April 3, 2019
Moments teeming with mistakes
Couldn’t hold my life at ransom
As reason raised stakes
In inventions that wouldn’t blossom.
Moments steeped in illusion
Couldn’t diminish dangers I faced
As I dabbled in delusion
Despite revered rites I disgraced.
Moments awash with wanton wishes
Couldn’t spare me the scorn
I courted when I depleted fishes
From bays and coves in Capricorn.
Moments bereft of honour
Couldn’t shoo away the shame I earned
When with open eyes I courted dishonor
Despite liturgical lessons I learned.
People say she has a marred face,
but her face looks beautiful to me
People say that she's too overweight,
but I'm attracted to her immensely
I'm attracted to her smile,
it's so, so sweet
I'm attracted to her heart,
it's so, so kind
I'm attracted to her mind,
it's so, so smart
I'm attracted to her will,
it's incredibly strong
So when my baby sometimes gets to feeling down,
gets to feeling bad about herself
I do the little loving things to try and cheer her up
Try to put a smile back on her face,
try to make her once again be happy
Let her look into my loving eyes,
then open up myself, let her come inside
and show her exactly what my heart see
Imperfect pain
Marring us all
In warped rooms
Parchment calls
The pen to write
Perfectly
©2016
On white skin
the butterfly
in contrast
pale perfection
now enhanced
permanently
an explosion of colour
shoulder blade
the resting place
butterfly
with vivid wings
represents
a wish to fly
in colourful abandon
~~~ for nette's contest
the Crown of My Body- a Whitney~~
14/06/2012
A broken heart is a broken home… a broken society
We owe each other a sincere love that will last long
Why should happy homes indulge in this impropriety?
I cry for the blessed brides that left the base they belong
Just because they can’t cope with stress, sweats and strains
I weep for those good grooms that weren’t steady and strong
Oh, how are some mighty marriages… plundered by pains?
A once happy home turns lifeless, loveless…a deadly desert
They couldn’t hold-on and together harvest their golden grains.
Why on earth do we have to break these lovely, happy hearts!
When you have once vowed, in sun and rain to be friend forever?
Why should you break that colorful cord, you are now far… apart
What would become of the seeds sown and do not train together?
Thanks to those continued to care… broken, but they do not bother!
"what do you mean by that? " he said
in rather a threatening manner,
I blushed - my face turned red,
all the joy in the day was marred.
His anger changed my view of him
his witty turn of phrase now jarred,
his caustic comments left me cold,
all the joy in the day was marred.
Before I speak I'll think quite hard
and just stay in my own back yard,
curl up in a ball in the corner
for all the joys in all my days are marred,
Histories that we left behind,
Spinning and whirling in my mind,
i thought you were a sign,
a sign that two hearts shall bind.
But indeed i was wrong,
on the day you let me go,
the wind sang the sad song,
when love ones became foe.
Your words sweeter than honey,
But your heart black as sin,
Looks like i judge you wrongly,
It is love that wasn't born to be!!
It is a mistake i have made,
to think that you are the one,
i regret believing all you said,
i regret that you are all i want.
To think that you would be there,
To accompany me through the days,
Indeed those are lovely promises,
Unfortunately it leads to only dismays.
It hurts so badly inside,
Now that your love resides
My tears i tried to fight,
the part of me have died.
Please keep your distance,
Don't bother offering assistance,
let me heal without disturbance
let me bid myself condolence.
Love disappeared at the trace of dawn,
Only hurt and pain once again reborned,
Leaving only traces of footsteps we walked,
Now that you forever and will be gone...
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