every drink to numb the pain
drowns His voice
dulls my hearing
callouses my heart
for how can I raise my hands
to receive, to worship,
when they are filled with a pint?
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 7:20 AM UTC
give us this day our daily bread
and lead us not into the toilet
for carbs are calories
and so is time
this is my body (said bread) broken for you
take, eat, and remember
i take, eat, and regurgitate
i purge your purging of my sins
for bread is not safe
but are you?
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
i exist
in the catch of one’s throat
choked by pain i can’t swallow
in the tension in the lower lip
how it trembles
in emotion stalled
and tears that never fall
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
we spoke, i thought,
in time until;
you love me,
you say it,
we marry,
you’re mine
now only i measure
in time since;
you said it wasn’t right,
you left,
i was not alone,
you were mine.
i measure life in time until i forget you.
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
the blood drips from my fingers
meets the blood on his palm
i hear the voice that whispers
behold- here i am
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
i knock on the door
my knuckles raw and bleeding
only to find
i did not survive the weeding
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
perhaps it isn’t right
but i needed God not in hindsight
nor footprints in the sand
I simply needed your hand
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
one day she was sent
to a man sprawled ‘cross the pavement
in blistering sun
he, ignored by everyone.
the nice girl instinct compelled her,
alongside Hippocratic responsibility as a doctor.
her good samaritan arc began,
he her neighbour, the collapsed man
she offers him aid,
and suggests he move to the shade.
her medical assessment deems him well
but onlooker pressure to do more, she cannot quell.
he asks her to buy him heavy drink-
she tells him to have another think.
they compromise and she buys him food
just like a good samaritan should.
She wishes him a good afternoon
but all too soon
the tale begins to muddle
as he approaches for a ‘cuddle’
her sense of unease
overwhelms her compulsion to people please
“I’d rather not but all the best though”!
- he snaps and his true colours show.
the nausea hits
as he starts to shout about her ****
and chips at her sense of self respect
with an accusing “you look like you like ***
she fights irate tears
over his leers,
summons her tough
and states that’s enough.
when he spits on her feet
she backs down the street,
maintains her false front
as he yells ******* c* * *.
words shouldn’t cut
but she’s branded a s* * *
and yes, we should not give to receive
but oh how i grieve
that to help is to choose
sexist abuse
i want to follow jesus’ ways
but he did not have to contend with the f****** male gaze
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
i cannot blame you Father
if i am not one of those you gather,
if i am not a chosen believer.
given the choice,
i wouldn’t choose me either
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC