Why do I still love you? Why do I love you? Is what I ask myself all the time It makes no sense in my head at…
I did not speak for you today. Could not. would not. I held your loved ones tight. Let my tears mingle.…
To someone retired, can you end with happy holidays? Remember, they have assured you they are thoroughly enjoying…
NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST SAY GOODBY NO ONE ANSWERS MY POST NOT EVEN THE GHOST NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST GO AWAY BUT…
SO SAY THAT I SHOULD MARRY. I SAY ITS WAY TO LATE. SOME SAY I NEED A WARM WOMEN TO KEEP SAFE AT NIGHT. I LAY ALONE…
I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief…
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting…
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my…
What causes an honest man to tell a bold face lie? What causes a heartless killer to sit in a 6x9 cement confine…
I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface,…
cases
I was looking into a mirror today for quite awhile. Not fixing my hair, doing my makeup, admiring or critiquing myself, but just looking at my face. I wondered what how I appeared to other people, what I'd think about myself if I was another person. So I kept on staring at my face, for so long that it didn't seem like I was gazing at —me?? anymore. The image being reflected was just skin, eyes, a nose, lips, hair, it was just a face- it wasn't me, it was an object. I felt as if I was encased inside this foreign body. I can feel my body dying all around me, when it someday wastes away forever and I fall into old age my soul will still remain ageless and eternal.
People say —I'm fat.?? or —I'm ugly??. No one is fat, no one is ugly- we aren't our bodies or faces. Our bodies are simply mechanisms created to carry our souls around in order to complete their purpose. We are being carried around in moving cases whose only job in this world is to take us where we need to go, and accomplish what we need to accomplish. It's so saddening how all the while we are unaware that -we- are the important one, we let the appearance of our carrier slow us down, tear us up, and destroy our progress.