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Good job!
You went to church for Grama on Sunday

...And you texted the whole service

Good job!
You helped out and watched your siblings

...And showed them R-rated movies

Good job!
You wore a Bible verse T-shirt to school

...After buying it with stolen cash

Good job!
You got a purity cross necklace to wear

...Then "hooked up" that same night

Good job!
You got a brand new Bible

...And stored it under your bed with the rest of your " junk"

Good job!
You visited your church's website

...And bookmarked it right beneath *******

Good job!
You went to that Bible-study group

...And afterward, to a party

Good job!
You turned down a smoke while you were there

...'Cause at the time you were just thirsty

Good job!
You prayed at the dinner table

...To get your turn over with for the week

Good job!
You call out to God before falling asleep

...To blame Him for your problems

Good job!
You plan on going to church again tomorrow

Just don't forget your cell-phone

Good job, Christian
Keep it up.
|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #7. Please see the collection page itself.

This poem is one I've never felt quite satisfied with, yet it's a concept I want to address in this same basic form. Now that my poetry and mind has matured more, I may re-write this as a new poem addressing the issue I intended to in this one, in an improved, or heavier, more emotional, or more clear way. I'm not sure.
Line 18 originally said "under *******", but I thought that could come across as the bookmark bearing that name, rather than the new bookmark being beneath it in the least, to signify lesser priority as added weight to the hypocrisy.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy by being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Jul 2014 Hannah Anderson
Pax
My heart is in throbbing tone
My hands are as cold as stone

Sleepless, I become restless
Shortness of air, I become breathless
Controlling emotions seems helpless
An emotional distress

In the realization of my hyperventilation
I get dizzy and sleepy
My mind is on overdrive worry

Voices have strained my mind
And the Echoes have drained my body
Into a slumpy Winnie.


*© Pax
note:
You’ll never know the feeling unless you’ve experienced it. Knowing it is part of healing it - a knowledge about it makes you aware on how to handle it when it attacks... at least that's what i know...

I had experienced it twice that i lost control of my emotions...
She sinks to the floor,
Her tears she cant hold back anymore.
Her Grief pours out
Uncensured,Unrestrained
Feel to roam
and rake her brain.

In her hand she held a razor
The familair itch begins
the slow burn
the desire

She lifts her hand
Presses the cold metal
against her fragile skin
Right above her vien

She slices
From wrist
to elbow.
The Pain brings a smile
to her blue white lips.

The sleep hits her
dragging her under,
she lets the razor fall from her hand.

Laying back against the bed.
She closes her eyes
to rest a bit.

And then...........
Hi
Hi...Just the Devil dropping by
Big *** sigh..No longer do I wonder why
Angels burn while Hell does turn
Cold like my heart..still I yearn
Fiction fanatic..My words are my magic
Hair stands up from my static
Hate me lovely..Beautiful is ugly
What eyes behold..go ahead judge me
I want to care..My heart wont dare
Still I look..Can't help to stare
From afar..A distant star
Reality a reflection of what we are
I am here..You are there
I can rip..You can tear
Open up to a fantasy
Door from you straight to me
Twist the ****..Drop on by
Spark up a bowl..We can get high
Vibe together side by side
Inside each other we can't hide
Truth today told me a lie
No good is bye so I say Hi..
M.A.N 6-13-14 This is an odd one but I enjoyed writing it..
Mama it happened again
He did those things to me
made me feel ashamed
shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, don’t leave me with him
What if he comes close
If I can feel his breath on my skin
Shh, It’s our little secret

Mama trenched gashes caress me
but I can’t feel it anymore
Come a little closer, can’t you see?
Shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, I cut a little too deep,
took too many pills
Please let me fall asleep
Shh, it’s our little secret


Mama, I see you crying
"Beloved daughter and friend"
I’m not sorry,
I was so tired of trying.

Shh, it’s our little secret, our little secret, our little secret.
written when I was 15 - in a group home for foster kids.
Another choice,
Something important!
Quickly two little mes appear on my shoulder
One is a pure white suit with a halo
The other in a red tux with horns and a tail
Angel"Do what's right!"
Devil"Do what's right for you!"
What to do
Countless seconds lost
As they wage war on my shoulders
Shouting about good and evil
Right or wrong
Left or right
I shrug my shoulders
And they fade away
No clue what to do
Even with their "Help"
Idk Angel and Devvil on the shoulder thing makes for a good poem I guess
Edit: Wwoww, you guys actually like this? *Sniff* You like me, you really really like me! I'm getting all teary eye'd
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