They're voices hit me
like hardened citrus Thrown at my curled body on the floor their laughter is hurting me their smiles are my scars Band-aids and mocking inside I'm breaking everyone else loves me the way I am so why can't they?
when school is bad you go home when home is bad where do you go?
The first Apple seed
I planted inside hu(wo)man's (h)earth There is just one of me, I'm not like t(w)oo many farmers Whom after the first Plants every second Let's say, I have been grooming the same t(h)ree ye(ar)s! And I'm like Still here (air) In the third base hot spo(r)t; Well, my last! Let's make the quality of my muse quantitative and my verbal reasonable. Decode this mirror mirage not seeing from a mirage mirror If A P P L E is a four letter code Starting with the fourth And ended with the fifth. Complicated right? You know what, just take five And start again from "the first" -Pastorlee
Musing on the muse and how long we've been musing
I set you up with the fire And as well give the ******* Can you decode? Let Me know
I reflect upon your words
I reflect upon the absence of mine I hear the hurt between the verbs The cruelty layered upon the consonants All I see is hate created from pain All I see is toxic anger submerged in ******* I reflect upon your words I reflect upon the absence of mine I was going to bear witness To your torturous sickness But my faith is my deliverance and My God taught me forgiveness.
she forgave her abuser.
Words can strike like swords,
leaving wounds that time can't heal; They scar the heart and soul, more so than iron or steel.
My skin contains your every utterance.
Your malcontent, Your affronts. My failures. It's a love so bitter. I'm weak to it. The scent, It lingers. I bleed through the bandages. My hands, Impossible to grasp. You let me fall. We hurt together. Harmonious are the cries and whimpers. While you tear yourself apart, I pour myself into you.
Love is the problem and solution. The journey and the reward. Never give up.
Putting effort into every word that moves your lips
Is something to be rejoiced. By your will, they were created And pushed into reality. But To make sense of nonsense spewing Is a task deemed rare and true. To tiptoe the line makes others try To define the space for you. What are you saying? What are you trying to say?
I remember sitting on the floor,
Arms wrapped around me. Bawling my eyes out Wondering why I'm crying, Thinking what's wrong with me? This isn't reality. Now I look back and realize, It was real. It was abuse. Nothing was wrong with me, Except for being used. A telltale sign, I now see. The problem wasn't even me. Angry with what has happened But elated because... Now I'm free, Effortlessly, Drifting on a breeze, Of such sweet release. I have to say God bless me And everything that tried to break me That in itself amazes me 💙 Written, by me... Rebecca
....all you ever do is watch politics,
play guitar and write poetry.... ...what did you use the Charge Card for this ti'me...,,,....,,,,... ....we just can't afford to take care of everybody.... Really!...another bottle... ......ya I expected such from you...
Isn't love great?