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Alice Jan 2020
Am I ready yet

Or do I keep waiting?

Tomorrow sounds good.
Tomorrow, the following day will sound good.

Eventually, yesterday would sound better.


All except today.
Does today even exist?
I live in memories or future anxieties.

All I know now is what happened, or what's to come.

There is no presence.
I just want to feel present.
Where did today go?

Oh well, good night again.
Is this even a poem? Living in your head gets exhausting
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I am almost ready to give up for good
Accept I will never be understood
Obviously there are not words to explain
I'm so ****** up inside my brain
And if I could describe the problem you don't care
You made it evident you loathe the poetry I share
I read them to reach to you as a means to express
The emotions I have no other way to confess
It makes not a difference which words I use
The last thing you want is to walk in my shoes
I am tired of bothering your shoulders with the weight
Of issues and making you participate
I am done forcing you to let me in
This is the last poem I'll read to you and it's to inform you win
You don't want to know my love or who I truly am
No amount of pleading makes you give a ****
If you were in the gallery of reasons behind
Irrational behavior you'd look and find
But you do not wish to know me or me to know you
I beg you to stop pretending you want to
Because watching you willingly choose to spend
Time you can apart from me makes me want to end
Not understanding why I want to be with someone
Constantly letting me know how worthless I've become
I am not saying you're wrong
I'm just letting you know
If nothing changes
I will have to go
I will still write poems
But alone I will deal
NEVER AGAIN will you have the burden of listening to how I feel
I wrote this at a particularly low point in my relationship with paul. We were fighting all the time, life was especially difficult, and I was sorting through a fuckload of emotional baggage. I treated him unfairly and in return he bottled up his resentment and fear inside. This was written on the back of my notebook because I ran out of paper, at my best friend's house, Outside, in the wind, while I was bawling my eyes out. This resulted in a huge explosive fight and he called my parents without telling me and my dad showed up to take me home in the middle of the night, It was so awful and embarrassing. But a great poem came out of it!
Emma Nov 2019
i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready,
i'm ready to be loved,
i'm ready to be cared,
i'm ready to be needed,
i'm ready be respectfull,
i'm ready be enough,
i'm ready for the real life,
i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready.
i'm ready for the love,
i'm ready, i was waiting long enough
Sylph Nov 2019
Im ready
Ready to give up
Ready to stay broken
Ready to stay on the ground
Ready to not get up
To let God push me back into my place
Ready to stop

Just kidding

I ready to fight
Im ready fall for what i believe
Ready to live
Ready Cry
Ready to Smile
Ready to scream
I wont give up
I have fought to long
Im not ready to give up
                                          Not to myself
God's Oracle Nov 2019
Demanding the inner connection of the Universe working thru the Holy Spirit of God...I beg to command and make justice for this Internal War; we live in...I want to see and explore my most inner intimate self to allow to work thru me to form an Angel I beheld...I form this poem of deep thoughts to bring you well, a message of peace prosperity to behold enlightened thru the chambers of my heart brain and soul...I want to tell you that Life is good to my inner health of confess to God himself... am just another sinner who needs some help...Oh Lord I said forgive me for my wickedness and treacherous thoughts I held...because I have become a very angry and deep sadness I am demanded to hold...within my soul there roams a Diabolic voice that hates my Inner self...because am a Child Of God, I confess Jesus is my Shepherd and my Lord beyond words I can tell. Thank You God for the Gifts you given me...I thank thee for my friends, home, good health, resilience against devils and misguided angelic creatures who have come to ****, steal and destroy. Father in Heaven I ask of thee to allow me to stand as a strong warrior of Light to fight till the day I die for my Lord who has given me Life, Love and Well being. Thank you Lord!!! You are good all the time. This is truly how I feel I will never leave thy House of Holiness and Love that you have provided for me. My Life is good my life is well and am trying every day to do what is right my Lord you know my heart and I will never dishonor thy House. Amen!!!

I bow my knees and lower my head to thy presence thank you God for what you have blessed me with and all that you have given me. I surrender to thy spirit of love&peace.

God is my Fortress God is my shield the word shall be my sword.

Amen.
God will provide God shall bless the humble and meek for they will see the Heavens and enter it.
LC Oct 2019
the breeze tickles her hair 
and takes her worries with it. 
the sun wants a break
just for a little while.
she misses the sun,
but knows it needs a minute.
she'll be here when it's ready.
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2019
Hineni, Hineni; I’m ready, my lord.”  
(For Evangeline Ruth Hope
)

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”Hineni is Hebrew for “here I am,” and is the response
Abraham gives when God calls on him
to sacrifice his son Isaac. It is also the name of a
prayer of preparation and humility, addressed to God”


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what you do not know
is that this word,
was spoken with a fist beating
a pin into the praying man’s chest

recited daily,
shades of hopeful, reverent resonance,
a shaded resolution, disguised as a quavering variable,
a statement, a questioning, an unsteady surety,
all of the above

this word, rooted in my genetic consciousness,
been ready repeated since my first whispering

was I ten years aged?

first time, full on bowing
on the synagogue floor, not fully understanding or
ready to confess my selfish need for forgiveness,
my forehead resting on my stubbed fingers resting on carpet,
worn thin by my predecessors ancestors,
who now comprehend more, but then, never enough

these same fingers, that write this collective,
                                  Hineni,
a word repeated oft, flavoring of the who
of who I am, a training in soul fracking from
early childhood, its import, powerful beyond
today’s identity revisionist empowering

let me plainly speak, in the original language
taught to me with that other tag along, English,
a lingua franca, a dialect that can never capture
a soul presenting himself in substantiated readiness

for the whatever exists in between
hallelujah and hineni, where the rubber soul
hits the road, stumbling on hands and knees
on a forest path of roots and soil, where sunlight breaks tween
branches, are road signs to look up, look down, look within

I know your name,
Evangeline Ruth Hope
analyzed its components,
cleverly constructed Greek and Hebrew rooted,
bearer of good tidings, following Ruth in, to hope,
you a Moabite in Mormon Utah, preparing
yourself for exposure, practicing humility
unceasingly seeking

good

that is how it should be

cannot translate well enough
what was this gift given to me
learning as a youth, a wanderer, tribal member
where beseeching is second nature,

and accepting personal responsibility fully cardinal,
fiddling prayers while standing unsteady on
the roofs of extreme shakiness

hineni is then but this:
a prideful admission of strength

ready ready ready, here I am,
completely unready for the unknown future foretold,

hineni I know

here I am,
ready or not,
find me so I can be found,
cease, help me cease, my foundering,
confident in my willingness to
find a way


netanel
9/12/19
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