Nothing can take away the pain,
Your image is burnt into my brain,
Hours spent alone to heal,
Many thoughts; only numbness to feel.
I close my eyes, I begin to pray,
These thoughts I try to push away,
Why do you weep, beautiful Willow?
Why do your branches bend low?
Is it true you cry, when someone dies
That is a poor, lost, tortured soul?
Why do you weep, lovely Willow?
Why do your branches hang down…
I lived to dive into your waters
To damage your canvas with my fins
To paint around your edges
To feel you push me around playfully,
trying to wrestle me with force
As we grow old, get a little slow, things change
And it seems like our body gets rearranged
Sags and bags are not meant to see
So I try to avoid mirrors constantly.
So before I shower, I turn the hot wat…
No amount of
Will do the trick
I KNOW ‘cause
I carry around a whole sack
A curved spine is not a cure all!
My reality is to be
Constrained to a world
That I don’t understand
Where I cannot move
To even let go…
I sit slightly submerged
In a watery grave
That reflects my distorted self…
I first bloomed in that garden so fair,
With a sweet smelling fragrance and beauty rare.
The perfect paradise created by God’s own hand
Where animals and plants lived in perfect harmony with man.
In the daytime I almost make it.
Keeping busy, put on a smile, just fake it.
But in the nighttime things slow.
Memories of you start to flow and grow.
My night’s like a painful song
Reminding me y…
poem, death, Anne, sister, too early
THE NIGHT I PLAYED DEAD, WITH HARVEY, ME, MY BROTHER AND TWO POLICE OFFICERS. AND I ALMOST GOT SHOT.
Me, I’m more ordinary than most that you know.
I have no riches, no treasures to show.
No talent to brag of, no accomplishments of my own
My success lies in my children and the things they have do…
A letter to my rapist.
Surrounded by people
Yet completely alone
My existance is of no use to anyone.
Good Morning Precious Father,
I really need to talk to you today. It’s about Elly. I know that you already know and there is nothing I can tell you new or tell you that will shock you, but I hav…
A body fecund
Fell in on its self
And the soul…
Well it fled.
Became a war zone…
Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
When 20 beautiful children flooded heaven’s gate.