Waiting on the Lord
to bind my broken heart,
to fix the one I shattered
and help us both to start
Over again, that place I've been avoiding,
right back to the beginning.
We died,
But God will raise us up again
and tell us where to go.
He'll give us a new heart with new life,
and this time, He will run the show.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
This is the truth:
I was garbage within garbage at the bottom of the sea.
Filth - drowned - as it is meant to be.
But He brought me up and cleaned me off.
I tasted the sun and knew: it was love.
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 12:09 AM UTC
The day is long and hard.
And I barely slip through it alive.
I call to my Lord but he does not answer.
And I am left wondering why.
With tears in my eyes, I write this now,
Wondering still when I can come home.
Forgive me, God, I cannot lie;
I do not trust The Great Unknown.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
My salty tears, they stain my skin
With sadness that has passed and been
And nothing more can make me cry
Than asking why I shouldn't die.
"These are not troubles for your kind,"
Says the angel in my mind.
"And peace will come
In due time."
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
It is a non-negotiation
to lose inspiration
when you get on medication.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
I am my dog
laying at the top step of the staircase,
snout curled around and nestled into his hind legs.
I shuffle and he blinks at me while I whisper,
"I am You."
I am the photograph of myself on the wall:
Tousled, wiry black hair like snakes
sprouts atop a pale-white face
withholding bitter secrets and the poison
of anger behind envy-green eyes.
I am a bouncy little girl and a rigid old woman.
I feel my tongue beginning to dry with age
like a once-crisp and juicy grape.
And yet I am also energized to my toes
and throughout the entire state of Ohio.
I am bursting at the seams and barely keeping hold
of what my itching hands can if they don't
ruin the dainty thing of Life before reaching
for another even more precious thing, like Love.
And I am Love, too.
I love and am loved and am to be loved furthermore,
like a dog or a photo or a girl whose tongue is sore.
It is Love that I am
and Love that I will onto you.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
Brother and Sister - it was bound to be
that the one who'd take the brunt was me.
I'm sorry for crying -
and for it being loud,
But it came to my head
that I've been living Without
Instead of Within our circle of love
that I blindly mistreated and stomped from above
With gold-laced boots on a high, high horse,
which soon I would trade for scuffed tennis shoes
and the lust for much, much more.
I am without a family
because I made it done
and pushed and pushed for so **** long,
I've forgotten where I'm from.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
My itching hands reach for the perch of a pretty flower
Whose petals splay in unison
And of equal distance to each other.
This is not a drill. I must behold the flower,
For its skin in softened light of
This Dim Room
Casts a creamy, glowing texture
Upon its flat and fragrant tears
To take these tear drops of dusk orange,
To replace them for my own,
Is to learn peace, that which
Only a pretty flower knows.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
Crying on his doorstep,
Pressed against the house,
I say: I’ll steal away at midnight
But please don’t leave me now.
He says: I’ve taken from your heart
But don’t forget you’ve stolen mine.
Sometimes nothing can be figured
And two people have to say goodbye.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
The graying trees of coming Winter
tangle and re-tie.
As a clustered bunch,
they strain to hide
the softened pink and blue
of the setting sky.
Lines across a page, they're like:
the bristling wooden branches,
which the wind, a subtle thing,
wraps around and touches.
But, like me, stay warm inside
and at their very center -
So therefore, a chilling wind
can try but never enter.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC