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ComplicationsThe tears are falling, not thick and fast
But slowly, chokingly, unpredictably
When I can't even remember the start of it all.
One fucking party, when 2/7 of my evenings
Will be spent with him.
And the word is breaking up
Or are my tears fracturing it?
I've never cared so little for myself
Never been so focused
And God, they say love is good
I'm suffocating in indifference
Misunderstanding, well-meaning parents
I don't WANT ANYTHING!
There isn't even a just…
Because I'm as confused as they are.
Disconnected from myself, except
The drops are still disintegrating.
God this poem is fucking terrible.
My PrayerDear Lord,
Help me to see me as I am,
Not as my perception sees me.
Give me light in the dark places,
And shade from the bright suns.
Continue to understand the secrets
Which no one knows,
Until I can reveal them to others.
In return, Lord,
I will give my heart,
My soul and my joy to your glory.
Work that I accomplish
Is done in your name.
Challenges that I overcame,
I defeat because of your strength in me,
And I long for friendships because they give me
New perspectives to see you from.
Simple ThingsThe things that move me are so simple:
A few lines of text
A piercing chord
A tender glance
The things that bring me joy the same:
A kind gesture
An effort made
Are they the same for you?
I hope so.
Why do we always assume that
Because we cannot find the right words
We shouldn't make the attempt?
Life has enough complications.
I want to revel in the
They make the world
Worth its weight
KittenhoodFirst trip outside, where sunlight sleeps
A moving, flickering shadow creeps
Across the dappled, brilliant green
Camouflaged but clearly seen
You neutralise the deadly threat
Each unsuspecting leaf beset
With piercing tooth and savage claw
You help keep safe the forest floor
Until, of course, some sudden noise
Distracts you from your new-found toys
And off you stalk, to find the source
A wary human walks your course
To check, but never interfere
With what goes on inside your sphere
Of learning, every feeling new
From sound of bird to smell of dew
Eventually, it's time to leave
Yet to the soft, sweet earth you cleave
FaithfulMy faith fills me to the very brim
I am faithful
And even though I question
With you my voice is silent
But only with you.
The priests, vicars, pope,
Can do as they please
I am faithful to you
And you alone.
When I pray, I do not pray to them.
What difference does it make to me,
If they let women be ordained?
Does that mean that what I asked you for
Will suddenly be granted
If they suddenly decided to preach
That you were below our feet
Instead of above our heads,
Does that mean that when I'm next
Your voice will call to me
With different words?
Am I arrogant,
To pray to the
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