what is it about
these grocery store parking lots
words find pen, napkin
Feel sad but at peace
Know what to do, do it scared
Jesus hold my hand
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
escape
Left my dream back there
underneath all the baggage
carousel turning
thoughts too personal
in and out of the shadows
next flight, Timbukktu
streetlights & drive-thru napkins
Ms. Rule Follower
smile, act right, talk right, walk right
inside i want to die
when this night is over
I'll try to be the good girl
yes i'm saved but sad.
them
Lord, it's too hard
do I settle and pretend
or break hearts, drop jaws?
they don't understand
not yesterday's new flavor
but way back, way deep.
thankful for Real Ones
who listen without judging
pray more than they preach2 dark 4 words
showers are the worst
thoughts pour down like endless rain
please just let me out
devil don't tease me
if I can't have what I taste
then rip out my tongue
putting it all down
is therapeutic to me
no rhyme, some reason
Friday, February 22, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
brokenness
wearing the color
of dirt today, still feels too
flashy. #unworthy
Prayers needed this afternoon. thank you.
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