Composed 4/22/18
Description: Inspired by life and today’s daily prompt: partake.
My secret pleasure is
My secret shame
It is nothing in excess
A wine drunk until blind
This, the wasting of my time
Self care a masquerade for sin
The slow death that starts from within
And manifests in blackened fingers and
Dusty minds
Cobwebbed hobbies and
Missed deadlines
Useless knowledge grasped as
Loves leave in wake of addiction
And any excuse is just rationalization
Fiction
Composed 10/13/15
Description: n/a
I’m not ready
I would ruin you
I would ruin me
Simply, everything
Decaying
So He keeps you at bay
While I molt my poison
There’s really nothing I can say
Composed 5/26/15
Description: A possible companion to Sloth.
Large, lumbering
Hanging out and over
Stretching, covering
Pressing, sucking in
Drowsy, stumbling
Hard and stuffed to bursting
Hiding, blushing
A constant nagging sin
Demons following
Gently coax away
Whispering
Comforting
With another bite
Composed 4/15/15
Description: For Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. (Yes, you will get two poems today!) Technically, I wrote a poem yesterday, but this is about the same thing… and is much better. One of those cases where God (via my Bible study) confronted me pretty solidly about something I’d been struggling with over the last few days.
Under a grinning moon that hints of blood
Is the turbulent channel of my days
A panting, gruesome, groaning sea
That swallows me, tossing endlessly
I’m free to swim
Bound in waves
I yearn to drown
To roll, thrown about
Feel the high before my death
But to be free I must swim
I must fight
I must reach the other side
Scraps of Paper 