A Girl
Worked since the ripe old age of 14
On her shoulders the family did lean
From bottom of totem to top she went
A poor girl starts feeling legit
But nothing lasts forever
Catch a break? Never!
An injury she did suffer
Normally, she'd just get tougher
This time, it put her down
So far that the girl drown
Watch her family drown too
Because they can't walk in her shoes
Their shoulders not tall enough
Their backs not strong or tough
So the family too, will drown
The girl watches with a frown
If only life wasn't so harsh
She'd put on her boots and march
Carry them all, as only she could
A poor young girl from the hood
Not our place to judge
Reading through the posts, I see a lot of talk about homosexuality and God. Yes, the Bible says that it's an abomination. But NOWHERE does it say that God will reject you for it. It's a sin, yes. So is cursing, coveting, overeating, smoking, sex outside of marriage, and believe it or not fellas, when you pull out and "spill your seed upon the ground". Many many things are a sin. That's why Jesus came, to wash those sins away. Being gay doesn't mean there is a seat reserved in hell for you. And anyone preaching hell and damnation to you needs to go back and read his Bible again!
As for telling a true christian, we humans can't. It's not our place. Only God knows what is in someone's heart.
Every time I close my eyes
they are there
Surrounding me in my bed
they are there
Their mouths are open
in a silent scream
I wish it were
all a dream
But they are there
Their hands reach for me
as though they have a need
Something they want or
some kind of deed
They are there
My eyes open all the way
Hoping the people
will just go away
But when I close them again
they're all still there
Reaching for me
with a blank stare
They are there
What do they want
what do they need
Why do they think
they can get it from me
They are there
What will happen
if they touch me
Why can't they
just let me be
When you close
your eyes tonight
cover your head
hold your pillow tight
You need to know
and be aware
When the sun goes down
they are there
Demonology
I awoke with the demon's hand on my forehead while he showed me images of death and destruction. He kept repeating demonology, don't forget, demonology, while in my head the earth was exploding, nuclear bombs were falling, children were dying, planes were on fire as they fell from the sky.
Questions
1. Do you believe in the Big Bang theory? If not, disregard the following questions.
2. How do you explain the multitude of elements? Do you believe they all evolved from hydrogen and helium? Where did the hydrogen and helium come from?
3. How do you apply the first law of thermodynamics or the law of conservation of mass to the Big Bang theory since both state that matter cannot be created or destroyed.
What's your issue tissue?
If it ain't yours, don't touch it! (#1 rule of the house. You don't break this one!)
cotton-pickin A phrase used in the south in place of a bad word
Our local weather station has a radar they call live viper. I call it vile viper. It never has anything good to report!
DO NOT get into the trash while I'm gone! Said to my dogs every time I leave the house.
I'm broke. Said to my kids every time they call my name!
My Father
I wish i could say, that all my memories were good
He was there when i was young, just like a father should
We'd go fishing, play cards and games
He thought it was funny when my sister and I called each other names
I was a real daddy's girl, went everywhere he went
For those memories, I wouldn't trade a cent
But as I got older, he started to change
He didn't care anymore, we became estranged
Today we don't speak, I have nothing to say
But what I wouldn't give, for all of those yesterdays!
I’ll go first
My supernatural being is a female named Rokee. She was a witch who was burnt at the stake during the Salem witch trials. Rokee was summoned from beyond the grave by several practicing witches 200 years later. She is 5'6" tall with red hair and green eyes. Her physical death left burn scars over half of her body. Upon being summoned, she was endowed with the powers of a shapeshifter, and often shifts to a siren so she can seduce men into doing her bidding. A humble woman before being condemned to death, she is now corrupt and wants all men to pay for her suffering. Sometimes she shifts into inanimate objects and hides nearby so she can discover a person's worst fear.
Courage
I realized I was a writer when I was a senior in high school. I'm 43 now, and am just now taking it seriously. I could never find the courage to even try because I was afraid of rejection. It wasn't until last year that I realized I needed to be writing for me. While we all love to hear positive feedback on our creations, that should not be your focus. Your writing is a part of you, who you are. You should be writing for you, and you alone. Who cares what other people think? Find your courage!