#dressed
a casket my bed, my morbid rest
I am dead
I am blessed
death; a darkness that roams fancily dressed.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 2:38 AM UTC
Stood by the window
in the heart of the glare,
her feet bare
on the cold floor,
with a much colder stare,
there she is.
never out of words
on days it's his breath
taken away,
what else is to expect
from someone right out of
a Shakespearean play,
there she is.
Dressed in blood red
one day she'll wed,
he hangs by a thread,
the clocks may run out
he'll never be done,
every thousandth look
is the same as the first one,
there she is.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC
All hope was lost when I was alone,
I cried a prayer that reached the throne.
Addicted to tears shaped like the cross,
I wept aloud and found that which I lost.
Like a baby without a breast
I was hungry and starved, I needed to rest.
Weak without food I could barely see,
that The King had prepared a feast right before me.
Bestowed a place at his table,
I found grace that was fatal.
"Eat and drink and be joyful,
by faith my hope is bountiful."
When Jesus made me cry,
I knew, that for me he had to die.
By grace, through faith we are saved,
by the blood that Jesus has paid.
Completely God and completely man,
this Jesus was killed by human hand.
A sacrifice he was,
Jesus loves you, just because.
Resurrected from the dead,
Jesus is alive, no matter what is said.
Living and strong,
Jesus is with you, all your life long.
Jesus is building his house so big,
he wants you to come and see his Kingdom gig ;)
You are loved.
You are blessed.
In the Kings righteousness,
you are dressed.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
You are loved,
you are blessed.
In Christ's righteousness,
you are dressed.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
dressed in a sharp way
needing to be understood
making memories
Brian Hill - 2020 # 152
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
_Up
At five,
Rummaging
For matching socks;
I meet my train, asymmetrically dressed._
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
Is it better to have a wise mind
and be dressed in shabby clothes,
rather than have a shabby mind
dressed in finery?
But is it best
to have both
a wise mind and be well-dressed?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
My mind on autopilot,
Life just goes on.
But if it were up to me.
I'd put it on pause,
Forever.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Saw her standing on the tracks
Dressed head to toe in black
A smile sat upon her lips
Eyes were sad like sinking ships
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
He ranked as de facto semiprecious,
tremulous and unanimous scapegoat
bullied by a bumptious, callous,
disputatious hippopotamus of a brat
infamous bruiser later in his life to become
forty fifth president of UnIted States.
Though documentation incomplete, the un
named subject referred within torn shred
recovered included signatory couching
ambiguous references to a tenebrous,
unscrupulous, and vicious ******* initials.
Dee Tee quickly intuitively assessed
as one inhumane specimen, whose pugnacious,
pretentious, and pestiferous, persona characterized
impetuous, adulterous apprenticeship appetite
for erecting ******* skyscrapers.
This once pacific pilloried pupil, whose grown
son (myself), now recalls father's misty eyed
anecdotes dripping with acrimonious, curmudgeonly
grouchy, grizzly and crotchety old sorries,
viz refashioned abominable kamikaze
psychological sorties.
I can vividly recall (how painful unto his old age)
oft daddy's repeated quotidian taunts, whereby
that bad *** acidulous, avaricious, contemptuous,
enormous, and grievous big boy trumpeting
bruiser exuded devious, heinous, libelous, and
parsimonious tightwad, though born into wealth.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
We are told looks are important.
It is implanted in our mind from day one. No one can tell the pain you're in if you look nice.
They can't kiss the mental scars withheld in your mind.
Dress to impressed it will help everyone stay blinded to that fact you are depressed.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
The pretty devil,
Dressed well,
Full pouting lips,
Cheap perfume smell,
Gets you every time,
All you need
Is to play divine,
Living in your own world,
Boys worship every step,
Although your striped stockings
Seem as if they'll curl.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
I gave you the key to my heart
Even though the door was already
Open for you.
I was naked and vulnerable
Before your eyes
And I was fully dressed.
I was yours
And you weren't mine.
--Eleanor
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC