Is not an easy task
But it is rewarding
To do what Jesus asks

My father now needs me more
A new level of care
So I will look after him
I'll always be there

My mother is not able
Handicapped herself
And so it is left up to me
I put much on the shelf

I won't be on the site as much
I guess a rarer bird
But I will still share with you
You will read my words

I will need strength in spirit
I must find a way
If you find it in your heart

Please help me and PRAY.


♡ Catherine

Her hair is buckwheat, straight,
hanging with the ease of
an assisted suicide.
And the smear, red and from
ear to ear, shows what she cannot:
that beauty is fluid and that we've forgot.

Sun-freckled and speckled
with cheap, off-brand gloss --
she is the monologue of
an anxious man across
the girl in the catalog, who
wore the Fall before the fall.

I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things

Life is so confusing
I don't know what to do
I am vexed it's so complex
My very soul is blue

I have so little time now
Don't know which way to steer
But it's agreed that there's a need
To read my poets dear!

But I have a backlog
I have just begun
I have a need so I can read
Each and every one!

I will read each person
I will make a start
I won't be dim and I won't scim
I will give my ♡

I know that I've reposted
Quite a bit in past
I can no longer do this
But this state will not last!

When I'm caught up on my reading
I will begin again
To do more than just ♡ you
For you are my friends!

Yes, I will do more than ♡ you
That gets very old
You don't just get Survivor's ♡

You also get my SOUL!


SoulSurvivor
7/27/2016