Skip to main content

poison

It's like a drop of poison falling from your lips.
The burning acid; I wish those words did never exist.
 I feel each lash from your tongue,
from the man that has suddenly come undone.
My weak sense of self worth gets battered even more as I watch
the slithering snake repeat "you are no longer the epitomy of my desire."
I choke on the sting as I feel my body and mind detatch.
Now watching from the outside in
I see I am only seconds away from death.
Physical death would be too easy.
Emotional death holds tight, he knocks and somehow I foolishly answer the door

                          Now I am no longer me,
                                    I am no more.
[My writing at 3 in the morning... I think I changed my writing like 3 times.. so sloppy, I promise I have better handwriting.]
 sometimes i feel like this, made to be silent even though my eyes are screeming to be heard
other times i feel like a little girl trying to hold on to whats left
always living in a dream of what once was and what never will be

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Casita Mujeres.

I havent written much on my trip to Honduras and I'm not exactly sure why. Here is my first attempt. The one outreach that sticks out in my mind and I'm sure everyone else's was when we went to CASITA MUJERES. It was a "home" for young girls from the ages of maybe 6-18. On this day Pastor Chace asked me if I would give my testimony. Now in my head I'm thinking "are you serious" but I of course say yes. This is my first time ever to give the story of what made me who I am today. That whole day I was so nervous, anyone who knows me also knows that I'm not one to really get nervous about anything. Just the thought of exposing who I am to a whole crowd of people including those from church and my siblings, it just made me feel vulnerable. Our bus is driving on down the road to our destination when we notice a traffic jam. Great it's already hot and sweaty and now there is no movement for the air to circulate through the bus. I guess it was exactl...
2 comments
older posts

Insecure

For various reasons that don't directly deal with me, I have come to think upon a few things. I am speaking from a female perspective but I come to assume that insecurities seem to stem from the same type of problems. Everyday we deal with people who have a huge impact on us personally, people that we love, people who's opinions matter. When their persepective of us has been scewed in anyway we tend to take it to heart. It's human nature to take their words and feel them deeper than they should be. So when they speak of or to us in a way thats negative we will begin to perceive ourselves in a negative manner. Or when we come to find that those persons have done you wrong we begin to think there must be something I'm missing. Each and everything they do affects us. If a person cheats, we think; something MUST be wrong with us. If a person lies to us, we wonder why we were not worth the truth. What could we have done to prevent them from going off and doing us wrong? They...
Post a Comment
older posts

missing: Lauryn Dickens

so i have decided that once a week i am going to post a blog about a missing person. i figure why not use this for good..so please if we can lets bring these people home.. this doodlebugs name is Lauryn Dickens .. Case Type: Non Family Abduction DOB: Nov 24, 2009 Sex: Female Missing Date: Sep 7, 2010 Race: Black Age Now: 11 Month(s) Height: 1'9" (53 cm) Missing City: MEMPHIS Weight: 17 lbs (8 kg) Missing State : TN Hair Color: Black Missing Country: United States Eye Color: Brown Case Number: NCMC1156424 Circumstances: Lauryn was last seen September 7, 2010. She may be in the company of an adult female. Lauryn was last seen wearing a brown onesie with a pink flower and pink dots. She has a skin rash on both forearms and inner knees. if you have any information please contact the National Center for Missing and Exploited children 1-800-THE-LOST (1-800-843-5678) also you can go to their website www.missingkids.com
Post a Comment
older posts