we write when we're at our weakest
we write when we've been cut open
we write when we're bleeding
we write when we're dying inside
Not all those who write are sad,
but all sad people write.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
I
Hear
Voices
In
My
Head.
Am
I
Losing
My
Mind?
Save me.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
My father walked me down the aisle,
But my mother held my arm.
He went with me,
But we went not towards the altar,
But towards the door.
My father walked me down the aisle,
And the ***** rang through the church,
Humming through the elaborate crown molding,
Carved by my ancestors.
He went,
Not beside me,
But before me,
And I watched,
As he was illuminated by the bright,
Overbearing,
Texas sun.
My father walked me down the aisle,
But I did not wear white.
My father walked me in silence,
And I shed tears not for a man standing at the altar,
But for the one I would never see again.
My father walked me down the aisle,
And no veil obscured my face.
All eyes were upon me, but not for my pristine beauty,
Instead for my clenched jaw and furrowed brow,
Severe and fierce to distract from my glassy eyes.
My father did not leave me at the end of our walk to sit beside my mother.
She clung to me for support and sobbed breathlessly,
Loudly,
Unavoidably,
And I carried her with one hand,
My sister the other,
And walked towards my future.
A future family,
Not one person more,
But one person less.
I walked,
One final time,
With him.
My father walked me down the aisle,
And I will never forget it.
Hundreds of eyes isolating my family from the crowd,
Slow and muffled sounds drowning in the deafening beat of my heart,
Blurred faces staring,
Black heels clacking against the cobbled path from the church,
The anguished wails of my mother,
The whimpering of my sister,
And the wooden box that glided before us,
Pulling,
A string tied to our patriarch,
The pin key of our family,
Pulled taut and then snipped with the slam of the hearse doors.
My father walked me down the aisle,
Before I had a chance to grow up.
He walked me,
Out of the church,
Away from the altar,
Never to be walked again.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
There just isn't enough febreeze
to rid the room of the haze
Of a dog **** strong and silent
It kind of puts you in a daze
It kind of sneaks in, then it hits you
An olfactory h-bomb in your face
Meanwhile, he just lies there
He's wiped the room with **** mace
There is no middle ground here
They always smell like something died
Like he caught a squirrel in the garden
Now, it's rotting his insides
Dog farts, are a weapon
That our army has not used
In fact I told them in a letter
In their reply, they were amused
"We've tried to duplicate it"
"A killer weapon... stops the heart"
"But, our scientists just aren't able"
"To reproduce a strong dog ****
"Thank you for your consideration"
"We'll let you know, if we succeed"
"We agree with your kind letter"
"dog farts escape and then they breed"
Sometimes when a dog farts
It makes a noise, he turns around
"my god, I smell incredible"
is the look comes from my hound
So, if you've never smelled a dog ****
And your dog just sneaks one out
Do yourself a favour
Do not feed him brussel sprouts.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
I try to pray to you,
Oh God,
I try to pray.
I yearn to hear from you,
Oh Lord,
Hear what you say.
There's much to talk about,
My God,
Too much to say.
But how can I step to you,
Knowing how much I've strayed?
How do I kneel before you,
With this weight?
I judge me,
more harshly than you judge me.
More than one ought to be judged.
For I see the missteps that I take,
And the mistakes that I make.
Deliver me,
Oh God,
From my unforgiveness.
Save me from my personal hell.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 6:22 AM UTC
I don't want to tell a soul about all the crap that I've been going through.
But sometimes I wish some intuitive person would just stop and leave a word of encouragement.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
As I read a Facebook post
I immediately get angered...
Someone had announced they were expecting their 4th child, they found out with a girl...
They went for another ultrasound and to their surprise it wasn’t a girl after all
It was a boy (“it” was hiding)
They posted a status saying “feeling emotional”
“Felling depressed “
I thought to myself “why?” Your having a healthy baby...
I continued to read and it says..
“ We are depressed because we wanted a baby girl, please pray for us during this difficult time and we now adjust to having another boy”
I was confused because your blessed to have another child as so many (like myself) aren’t blessed to have children...
I understand you were happy when you were told it was a girl, but to post your upset and please pray for us?
I don’t understand that part....
Many people around the world would be overjoyed to have a child and your depressed over this....
So sad, especially when you write this on a social media site for all to see...
I pray that you love this healthy child and come to realize how blessed you are to have baby #4......
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
I've been hurt,
And i have hurt.
I've been loved,
And I have loved.
I've lost love,
And I withdrew my love.
I've been forgiven
And I try hard to forgive.
In the end,
What goes around comes back around.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
I write because I'm full to the brim,
With hot scorching emotions,
Unshed tears and
Unexpressed thoughts and ideas.
I write because I'm shaking with rage, unrequited love, guilt and regrets.
I write because
when all else fail to suppress these bubbling emotions,
Poetry is the silent scream that allows me to feel heard.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC