Lauren Christina Pearson

Lauren Christina Pearson Mar 2012

Dear Uganda, listen.

For we have heard your cry.

Our voices have been building,

the end is now in sight.

We know that he has taken,

those born from your own womb.

His sick mind is making kids

grow up much too son.

They're stolen from their beds,

a silent crime at night.

Invisible children marching,

now soliders made to fight.

With over 30 thousand taken,

how can we stay blind?

The place where you are born,

shouldn't decide if you live or die.

Our soliders there on foot,

it's time to spread his name.

Kony thinks he's winning

but we're about to change the game.

Africa please have hope,

for in this you're not alone.

Joseph Kony will.be.stopped.

You're children will be made known.

KONY 2012. Futher the movement. Make people aware of Joseph Kony's crimes. His arrest will change the lives of over 30 thousand children, and save the lives of so many more.

Lauren Christina Pearson Mar 2012

James

Slapped hard by
hands of anger.
Your so-called care
sent me spiraling.

Vision blurry from
shock. Arms bruised
from impacting walls.
You shake your head
at me with disgust.

Is this my fault?
Do I truly deserve this?
Am I the tease you say,
or am I the victim?

Yelled obscenities by
steep stairs, I grab for
anything steady. Fear of true
injury courses through my body.
My heart whispers depserately
he wouldn't. My brain screams
he would.

Clothes hide the evidence
of his wrath. Shame seals my
lips like super glue. Brain now
quieted, my heart whispers
sweet nothings to me. Repeating
every time he's forgiven my
supposed faults.

Is this my fault?
Am I so deserving
of pain, that you must
inflict it?

Lauren Christina Pearson Mar 2012

Standing on Shaky Ground.

Heart skipping beats.
Hands enclosed in
what should be a causual
embrace.

Smiling like I haven't
in such a long time.
You're presence fills my
lungs with air.

Air that was taken by another's
hurting heart. ****** out
without regret.

Our paths collided in
a drug induced-haze. My
mind set so raw I would of
given you anything.

You're eyes drank in mine,
Calming my tears. You
stopped my advances, knowing
my fears.

Now we float in the sea
of uncertainty. Reaching for
each other through the
parting waves of time.

You're leaving so soon.
Starting your life.
It seems i'll stay here,
remembering that night.

Lauren Christina Pearson Mar 2012

Untitled

I am not a godly soul.
I am no fool to be told:
when to pray and how
to act. Breaking my back
for some divine pact.

But without god,
where are you?
Does that mean your
soul has withered, too?
You have passed
without us meeting.
But when I'm ready,
will it be you I'm seeing?

Or are you simply
bled and flushed.
Kicked out of my home
much too rushed.
My structures could not
bear your life. You're
cradle broke, despite my
plight.

I am not a godly soul.
No book of hypocrites
can tell me no.
I don't search for answers
in the form of prayer.
But I'd believe in god,
if I could have you here.

i'm particularly interested in your reading of the last stanza. Not sure what to title it either.

Lauren Christina Pearson Feb 2012

Searching for Perfect.

Searching for beauty
she stumbles in
darkness.

Convinced the mirrors
on the wall will
talk.

Telling the world
her ugly secrets.
Telling the world of
her inescapable flaws.

Searching for happiness
she clutches at
porcelain.

Loving the purge
in such a sickening
way.

Her insides roll with
aching triumph. Her
lips form a smile on her
***** smeared face.

Searching for peace
she carves out
her skin.

Silencing the voices
that drive her to
this.

Rubies fall from her
open wounds. Lips quivering
at the thought of it all
stopping to soon.

Searching for perfection
she puts on her
face.

Paints her lips
red and straightens
her mane.

Sweaty palms smooth
her barely there outfit.
It's time to test all her
self-injury effort.

Lauren Christina Pearson Feb 2012

Judge Me

Judge me,
strip me raw.
Let's see if I
survive the fall.

Push to the limit,
bend me till I break.
Cut till you reach
bone. I need to know
what I can take.

Tell me what you
really think. Tell
me what you see.
Let's piece together
the person you consider
me to be.

Judge me.

Lauren Christina Pearson Feb 2012

Acid.

Colors behind closed eyes
doors to the soul shut,
but never more open.
Connection like nothing
ever experienced
touching your real person
like an electric
shock

Do you see me? Here?
Together in this place so
unexplored.
The feeling like this
will never end,
forever floating through
this technicolored loop.

Can you feel me? Here?
Its like I can see into your
mind where all the darkness
lies. Your fears, passions
and thoughts like
nothing you've imagined before.
Is it so crazy to want
to stay here?

Everything here is bright.
When it's not,
you can still make it bright
again. You can make
your thoughts go anywhere
you want. Travel so far away
from yourself that
you might not be able to come
back.

Is that bad?
Is it crazy to want
to stay like this?

Edited.