Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Should I be skin and bones?
I am.
I am.
And flesh
This flesh is a prison.
Peel me, pluck out my
Black organs and satiate
This emptiness,
This devastation that engulfs me.
Thunder, rain, and now a flash of
Lightening illumines my mismatched
Figure that I hate.
Hate.
Tell me you mean well and
Perhaps I’ll rise from this
Darkness or perhaps I’ll
Descend further into the abyss
Because I don’t believe you.
I know what society wants me to do.
And I know how to do it.
I just don't want to do it.
The normalcy that's been normal for so long starved my soul.
And I am not starving it anymore.
How to write about such a thing?
Stalin in his vacation train
across Ukraine to Sochi-
Eating and drinking,
full, talkative.
A smoke or two.
A nap.
And the children in the barracks
wanting only to die outside in the air,
brother clutching sister,
Sister sister.
Bread,
and then nothing.
Oysters, salmon, pork loin,
Steamed vegetables-wine.
He ate what they could not
imagine in a dream.
They dreamed of dying with the clouds.
He of wheat harvested
by skeletons.
Shared compassion for all to embrace,
fear never shown nor given from above-
though some shy away from kindness,
many bestow goodwill and generosity.
For the Lord and His light shines
when we bestow altruism.
Bearing alms is benevolent-
wearing consideration for other’s
emotions creates a ripple effect of
paying it forward;
do you pay it forward?
(I pray you pass along all the
charity that has been given to you)
May benignity become our daily routine;
for when we show grace and mercy,
it is only then that we receive ten times over
(rations of offerings become bountiful)
May we all show greatness in philanthropy;
feed those with selflessness who starve
for the Lord’s affection.
October 11, 2019
1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest
Regina Riddle
I starve when you hurt I starve when you cry I starve even though there's food here but on t.v. I watch you die.. I give my last so you can live, I donate because I can give you a chance to live.. I teach my young ones to pray every day but little do you know it's for you… I hurt when I see you.. I hurt because I can't hold you… I hurt because you didn't have a fighting chance for someone to feed you… I'll starve when you starve...
I wrote this in the dark with a candle and a hollow heart.
Devotion to a flame I can't maintain disappoint is my counterpart.
Emotion I contain explanation never gets me far.
The tears I shed when nothing's said just show me who you really are .
How could you leave me stranded I was branded when u left your mark.
Independence More important you'll never see the future ours.
I want to see us Nurture Love And you Appease 2 need it starve.
Sometimes your eyes expose your truth you choose to use the path that's hard
Don't starve me of your heart beat
and call it silence.
Don't starve me of your soul's heat
and call it suspense.
Don't starve me of your sweet glow
and call it absence.
My dear, you are all I need to know,
preen not in pretence.
WHY
click to read and listen
else you won't know
what your missin
Starved to death
To respond back
Seeking what lacks
And what thieves got
Left pain, a lot
Relate back to the left
now it has outgrown both purpose and pity.
A pity so unique that its softness
leaves you scrambled like and egg.
they will eat me soon with a cold fork covered in hard
cheese a dishwasher overlooked.
one word can make a difference,
but, can there ever be
a one one word poem?
Is Oil tasty?
The filthy crude;
what is the allure?
It isn't food.
Yet here I stand be-trodden;
astonished at what I see,
everyone is eating Oil;
how can this be? How can this be?
They put it on their toast,
they put it in their cheese,
they slurp it whole-
and with such ease.
The thought makes me recoil;
people are eating OIl;
It's in every mouth,
in every belly,
chased down with petroleum jelly;
egads it's sick-(ick).
This cannot be healthy;
It cannot be sane,
who in their right mind would do this?
Do I shout in vain?
The madness cannot last;
it simply can't go on,
It's just a phase, it'll pass
I'll try to regain my calm.
EEP!!!!
Headline(Front page)
Oil too popular-
Food is obsolete.
Oil is now the official food of earth;
starvation...what a treat.
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