Pain reveals us
unbound to “normal” life
tw-
i-
sted
upon shelves
filled with feature-
less portraits of lies
told
at the super-
market behind the barber-
shop’n for smiles
‘n a stained t-
shirt
worn to church
service held
for our memories
baptized
in muddy waters
Reliving the revelry
played out like promises
swallowed
choking up – on pieces
of us drowning
under the bridge
I slept near
last night.
As the fall is apon us I feel anew
Seeing all the beauty that is in you
Our story so untold
I cannot wait for it to unfold
You are so unexpected
I keep waiting for the ball to drop or be rejected
I have waited all my life to meet someone who
Could make me feel all the feels that you do
Your sweet and kind in all the best ways
I feel so inadequate in what I write and say
You make me feel unquestionably alive
In just being good and kind to you I strive
How can I possibly match the way you make me feel
When I need to pinch myself just to confirm you're real
Those brown eyes matching all the colors I hold dear
You alone washing away all my life's fears
I will stay sted fast as cold sets in
Keeping you warm till winters end
Forgive my hope abounding
sometimes in oft proclaim
became truth so surrounding,
than lassified pofane!
Forgive the years rebounding
of asking for thy care
if sin reclaimed the pounding
of erstwhile truth's reshare!
Sullied, tempified
that understanding's tred
the glory that was come of God
in man, went to his head!
And so the preacher, bonifide
though sincere in his sted
seems more a milked down stereotype
while Christ the risen . . bled!
Do comfort more the mind's insight
to hold truth in its led
the hope of man so glorified,
humiliations . . . shed!
ROSE ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
MY FEELINGS WERE HURT SOOOOOOOO
BAD I CUT MYSELF 5 TIMES EVEVRY TIME I GOT MAD
AT MYSELF AND STED OF GETTING MAD AT EVERYBODY ELSE