#outreach
PSA: this is not a good poem, this is an explosion.
pacing
internal dialogue echoing within my fatty brain, overweight from months of stagnant vegetation.
one repetitive sentence feebly attempts to remove the attackers
“go away go away go away go away”
running
linoleum floors squeaking as my slippered feet find their grip,
praying that these feet don’t lead me to a kitchen full of knives, hungry to meet the stretch marks striping my newly obese thighs.
i’d rather have scars than these purple proofs of my inadequacy
the familiar hair-band meets my forearm for the first time in an age,
my vegetated brain slowly recognises this pattern from once before and the skills from months of therapy begin to kick in
breathe in
breathe out
falling
wondering how on earth i will live for seven more weeks
desperate to make my voice heard
but stumbling into silence as my head slams the wall and bounces off the floor
leaving me stuck in my own harrowing mind,
one that is far too tired, lonely and ill to fight for much longer.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Garden afternooning
People all around
Music in the air
We're chilling on the ground
Popcorn and coffee
Guitars and Ukes
Picnic blankets
People sitting in twos
The sounds are warm
Resonant and rich
Filling the air for the sake of the poor
Hearts gathered together
From all walks of life
To find out how we can give more
New connections made
Awesome talent shared
A good cause funded
Now we're more aware
So the garden was filled
Our hearts were grown
God's Kingdom was furthered
So little hearts will know
More love of the Father,
The Author of this show
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Everything shattered...
...But she refused to let herself fall apart...
...When she awoke her world was broken as before...
...Believing the future and all it held, she wanted to be the one...
...Stuck in the middle, she felt like she was never enough...
*...All the whispers weighed her heart heavy...*
...The longer she knew someone the less they'd know her...
...Shutting herself from her friends and the world...
...She doesn't have anywhere left to turn...
...Would you believe I am that girl?...
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
The devil strikes form
we host the match lines are drawn
home ground advantage.
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 10:33 AM UTC