#provide
Difficult ditches
Beautiful angles emerge
Viewing stars better
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC
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*Horn of plenty spills
Bread and wine sustains all man
She holds up the torch*
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
In every truth.
In every lie.
In every help that you provide.
In your lows.
In your highs.
Only your love is what others will realize.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
underappreciated-
most do not see her beauty -
their dreams pull them away.
some eyes burn from the midnight oil -
to them, she may seem like a hallucination.
others run too quickly to start a conversation.
a rare few wait for her -
they appreciate her beauty,
continuing the conversation in awe.
she does not live for the people of this earth,
but she provides for them no matter what.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Did I
Provide the cause
With all my flaws
To take ownership
For these faults
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
Her mom was one call away;
Even though Christy didn't have her own phone,
She had the number ready to dial.
In the long run, she couldn't make the call
In borrowing access to another's phone.
I lent her my phone...more than one time.
I noticed Christy asking for rides,
A frequent sight
Around Walmart's outdoor campus.
I couldn't take back what I saw,
So I offered to ride her.
Christy rose from neutral emotions
To cheery.
After all, at least she could be inside somewhere
Even in fleeting time.
I drove her...more than one time
After a while, it wasn't "I don't know you"
And "You don't know me."
Not even "Since it's Christmas..."
Could sum this interaction.
Instead, Christy and I eating
McDonald's breakfast burritos
Is the best way I can describe
Our encounter:
A hunger to help,
A hunger to be helped.
I ate those burritos...more than one time
For her sake.
I firmly believe those burritos will not be
Her last supper.
I drove Christy during the day
And under the drapery of night,
One instance with her friend Lisa,
Another moment that ended
With my yelling voice unleashed
Toward Christy's mother.
Then a detour to the Emergency Room,
Good Christy vomiting outside
The passenger door along the road.
Yet, Christy navigated my driving...more than one time.
Christy wasn't a fan of needles,
But grudgingly accepted the IV
That she foresaw in her medical visit.
She succumbed to X-Ray scans,
The blood pressure strap,
And the nocturnal waiting.
"Maybe we should go...you look tired," Christy glared at me.
"I'm fine...I want to see you well first," I urged.
Christy didn't budge at my response...
She signed a release, and we left.
Her lips spun her two lip piercings...more than one time.
"Do I look funny?" Christy asked me at one point.
The best I could say, in order to not just say what she wanted to hear,
Was: "You look how you look."
We looked for hotels for Christy...more than one time.
She was at the Heritage,
But a police incident removed
The lodgers the night of the scene.
Christy was at the Relax,
But the manager was missing a kind heart
And the room had roaches.
We tried the Days Inn.
Beyond our affordability.
Christy settled with the Knights Inn
After mid-knight.
My arguing created another situation:
I thought I saw Christy getting food from someone else.
[My, what assumptions can ruin]
She cried because of my sudden accusation.
Even my immediate turn-around apology
Couldn't mend my errors right then.
Christy started losing hope that I,
Or we (my mom included),
Couldn't help her; limitation started to take
The upper hand.
Christy, who had suicidal intentions before,
Restored them from the way she carelessly
And degradingly spoke of herself.
"I'm NOT going to the Bethany House!" Christy insisted.
Christy repelled the Bethany House...more than one time.
I drove Christy to my mom's church,
Christy carelessly approving.
A friend of my mom's tried to talk Christy
Into staying on the course of help,
But Christy wanted to just go back to Walmart,
To panhandle.
I understood her desire to do so,
But we could have helped her.
She ran off at Sheetz
With her garbage bag of belongings.
Saying "Christy" multiple times
Made Christy ignore me even more.
We all deserve a chance...more than one time,
But some will want more than one more time.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
I based personal judgements on the past
It is a good thing because I was right
You have not changed and you prove it
Each time you hide the truth from my sight
Electrifying distant indifference
Enfolds as extravagant lies come undone
With each passing second our fingers hold
Terrible time unravels another one
Of all your indecent indescretions
That which hurt me the most
Your willingness to cut and conceal
Sad suffering you still host
I do not want to live with deceit
So go if that is all you aim to provide
I hope you pick the choice that is true
I cannot control which future you decide
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
With rough hands, she was the only thing that made them soft.
New experiences protected by their roughness.
The orbit of her body their center.
They kept her safe.
She admired their scars.
Their courage to love as they did.
To properly deflect the asteroids that threatened her orbit.
To hold a fire such as she.
Their standards high, lifting her high above.
An explicable star shooting across the sky.
With hands like a fortress.
They cherished every sunrise of her smile.
For all that she is.
She is blissfully unaware
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC
I'm not looking for a prince charming.
But a man who has callused hands,
a gentle heart,
and a forest fire that's raging in his soul?
He, I wouldn't mind standing beside.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
Your enticement was impeccable
The charm you brought the table was irresistible
Who wouldn't accept such an intimate offer?
But a hint of poison was laced in your skin
Incognito at first sight
Yet I fell too intensely at your gaze for it to register
It was too late by the time the poison became visible
You became a part of me I couldn't shake off
Your lust will be the death of me
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
I've seen brothers **** one another
for the wrinkled print (Dollar bill) Mama's & Sisters selling their bodies purity corrupted to pay the rent. Potential lost in countless deaths needless to most, makes me ask how can you believe in something more when brothers out here killing for less?? How can society grow if we keep taking a step backwards from our elders and ancestors progression & push to see us thrive to be the best. The cowardly hide behind the barrel as the brave but unaware at times are killed off by the no names, crazy how some people out here live their entire lives just to ****** others in exchange to make a name.(for themselves) sad to see but true... I may not have all the answers but in the end somethings have to change...
By Deshunte'B
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
You wrote me off,
so I'll write you on.
You see,
when you leave,
you just provide inspiration.
So in the end just who used who?
It's pretty **** simple,
"I used you."
You probably wished
I would sob away life.
But that's so inhumane,
why run,
when I can fly?
You probably thought,
I'd plead you to stay,
but nah..
to be honest,
I'm feeling really okay.
I don't care about
the things you said,
the things you did,
or the things you tried so hard to hide.
In two years or so,
I won't even remember you're name.
"He did that to me? Oh what a shame."
Now for once,
I'll give you what you want,
and this time you can't complain.
I'll write you into this poem,
and soon enough you'll have fame.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC