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avery Jun 2014
God
When I was young, my Sunday school teacher said that my prayers lacked genuine emotion. She told me to try praying with a blanket wrapped around myself and my eyes shut to imagine that God was there holding me.
I always wondered why God wouldn’t actually hold me. I still do.
And I know that I have a lot of expectations of God for someone who doesn’t believe in God but my hope has been so hard to let go of.
But if we are made in his image, why should anyone let their hopes get so high?
Do you know how to keep a stranger from crying?
Do you know how to mend the bullet shaped holes in your mother’s voice? Of course not.
Do you know how to end a war?
Do you know how to be content?
Do you know how to be happy?
I imagine that sometimes God gets unhappy.
If we are made in his image I can only hope that he continues to evolve as we do, allow his followers to evolve as the world around us does because I swear I will lose my **** if I see one LGBTQ+ youth commit suicide. If I see another woman get kicked out of her church for aborting the child she couldn’t afford to raise. If I see one more country start a war over what they believe; God, can you see?
You’re tearing us apart.
You’ve turned humanity into a human race.
You’ve turned our earth into a military base.
So please, God, give us something to trust. Give us your saving grace.
This is supposed to be a spoken word piece, hopefully it won't sound too off
avery Jun 2013
Lie to me
Pull my hair
Tell me that you don't care
Beg for me
Push me away
Don't let me know what you're gonna say
Intoxicate me
Bite my tongue
Breathe that poison into my lungs
Please don't stop
Keep saying I'm wrong
I don't want us to last that long
avery Jun 2013
I'm sick,
Come nurse me
I'm starved,
Come feed me
I'm tired,
Come wake me
I'm scared,
Come soothe me
I'm drowning,
Come save me
I miss you,
Don't let me
I'm here,
Don't leave me
avery Jun 2013
Look at me with your dead eyes
Kiss me with your snide smile
Lick me with your silver tongue
Love me for a little while

Bite me with your poisoned teeth
Make me start to cry
I promise not to tell this time
Cross my heart, hope to die
avery Jun 2013
Every night
When we're whispering in bed
You get sleepy
And ask if I don't mind you drifting off
And I know you'd stay up if I said I did

And every night
When I say I don't mind
You say goodnight
And call me your prince
Then I say sweet dreams and hold your hand

Every morning
I wake up
Kiss your head and make you coffee
And you wake up to me saying "I love you"
Then you drag me into the kitchen where we make breakfast

And every morning
I make a mess of our ingredients
Because I'm distracted by your eyes and I'm a terrible cook
And you laugh at me, then burn the scrambled eggs
And I still love you anyway

Even though the eggs are my favorite

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