A chalice filled with the wine of word, love rotted with time into hurt. The viscous, darkened liquid runs in veins instead of blood. Bubbling liquids spew out of my decaying mouth. Bloodshot eyes are searching for a familiar hand to hold. Do not ask about the soul, it's already sold.
It's dark. I know. I don't mean the stuff about the sold soul in real. Thanks @SkylarRusso for the title suggestion.
Well I was born a self existing Yellow Star on April 16 AM a portal to heaven a seed star, more then half a century ago. Under a brilliant star I was told like Jesus Christ I too was born. Only I am female though this must be a parallel world remembered in the negative light wrongly perceived isolated while all I do is love, give life save lives protect loved ones.
I'm barely known or viewed even here persecuted like Jesus was Just look what happened to Him! strangely in a way, I've lived His life I heal myself and others by telepathy with my healing hands and touch.
The same things happened to me around the time Mom's birthed me where she nursed me newborn one deceiving snake covertly hid. Later on another bit my leg immunizing me for what was to come of me that I survived poisoning torture rejections jealousies envies and was trashed mocked and sold yes just like Jesus was sold but for more $ the Jesus was by a Catholic lunatic nun at age twelve Perhaps because I am also God's daughter and my fathers name was also David. Wasn't Jesus from the house of David,? I was plotted to be banished as a baby and later on survivied while many times left for dead. Yes death is my friend, it didn't stay or it released me every time back to breathing and among the living or is it with the dead walking,?
Well then, I hope the Angels lift me up from this grave called apartment I shall conquer death's final sting.
How about you? Describe your life to me in a story poem. ~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba 11-2920.
True story poem living a parallel reality wish to influence the errors so I can change this outcome.
my heart is heavy tonight as i watch the snow fall outside from the foggy window, i feel so alone in my own house since i was foolish enough to make my home in the arms of a man who sold to a higher bidder