Lost Girls – Poe-Estory – 30 days of Poetry excerpts

I was walking through life’s crazy maze, and in an alleyway there my friend laid

This was bad news I was lost and completely confused and was living in a world of self-centered fools!

I’ve been asking God to send me a sign

Leave this place, right now’s the time

This is where I’m at this moment is mine

Should I stay or should I go?

Please someone help me ‘cause I don’t know

All I know is where I’ve been, near death experiences and 100% sin

I’ll never forget how I let this disease win

When I think of the fire I’ve survived

I often wonder why I’m still alive
***

My friend got killed by some crazy man

But I believe she was part of God’s perfect plan

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Spirit Guide – 30 days of Poetry excerpts #21

She was just hoping you’d get me there on time
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She’d like to know if you can walk with me and possibly get me to the front of the line
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She’d also like to know if she can take my place
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She told me to tell you if God really needs me to please get me there safe
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If mommy had it her way, she’d send you on your way
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But we all will one day meet you and today was just my day

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Voice – Poe-Estory – 30 days of Poetry excerpts

Tommy didn’t do drugs

Or sleep around

And Tommy didn’t want to be gay

His dad was just a real sick man that took his innocence away

For all the children who don’t have a choice

Tommy decided to take a stand and be the children’s voice

He stood in front of thousands and said

My name is Tommy and I have AIDS

And I’m speaking for all the little people who become victims every day

His body’s 6 feet under but his spirit is still alive

And if you’re reading this then his spirit has survived

This is Tommy’s way of continuing to be the children’s voice

This is for all the little people who never had a choice

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The Language of Love – 30 days of Poetry excerpts

When I think of love I think of hearts being colored in red or children being told stories before they go to bed

When I think of love I think of pastures filled with butterflies or teachers teaching children how to make tie-dye

When I think of love I think of how excited my grandma was when she brought my first bra

When I think of love I think of leaves changing colors in the fall and couples holding hands while shopping in the mall

When I think of love I think of angels being sent down to lend a hand or birds playing footsies in the sand

Love will be here when we’re dead and gone love has been here all along

Love is something money can’t buy

Love has many question

But no answers

So don’t ask love… why

Use the universe as your source

Allowing love to take its course

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Infected – 30 days of Poetry excerpts #18

I sacrificed myself on the altar and begged God to give me back my soul 

I wondered in this wilderness I was lost in the fold

I wrote pages and pages till it became a scroll

I fasted I starved myself and I paced the floor some more

I talked to myself and searched for riddles beyond hidden doors
I spoke to the gods and whispered to the moon

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Reblog – The Bridge

The sky mocked him.
It smiled with red lips,
the way women smiled at men—
other men—in their finely tailored clothes

and laughed the way children laughed,
sharing in jokes
he never understood.
He belonged to a club of one.

Others saw an expansive horizon, an endless
open road,
but when he looked out from the bridge,
he saw the sky curving in on itself,
beckoning him with grey fingers
to fall into its cold center,

it was somehow inviting–
he wondered if he might find peace there.

For the ekphrastic prompt on dVerse. Paintings by artists who experienced mental illness. I chose the painting “Despair” by Edvard Munch above. This is not based on feelings I have ever had.

Being an empath this poem touched me deeply as so many are suffering from despair.
Be kind to yourself and others ❤

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