Posts Tagged: belief

For the Love of God

lissy tropea jordan · For The Love Of God   For the love of God Stop politicizing your faith The God of the nations does not identify with your sides The God of the galaxies is not concerned with your

For the Love of God

lissy tropea jordan · For The Love Of God   For the love of God Stop politicizing your faith The God of the nations does not identify with your sides The God of the galaxies is not concerned with your

Reasoning

To live in simple moderation, to accept what I could have changed to look away at the sight of dysfunction or demise to fall asleep to the distraction of a screen and wake up to the rhythmic habits of my

Reasoning

To live in simple moderation, to accept what I could have changed to look away at the sight of dysfunction or demise to fall asleep to the distraction of a screen and wake up to the rhythmic habits of my

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

something beautiful, something good

It’s moments before my twenty first birthday, the humid august air runs through the open body of my black 2002 cabrio convertible and I listen to the CD player spinning sounds of heartbreaking hymns I recently came into possession of

something beautiful, something good

It’s moments before my twenty first birthday, the humid august air runs through the open body of my black 2002 cabrio convertible and I listen to the CD player spinning sounds of heartbreaking hymns I recently came into possession of

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Not a Draft

My own body had to stop me, time has been moving too quickly hours feel like minutes, and before I know it they are gone You are gone now And it’s odd now Stepping through reality like a daydream, there’s

Not a Draft

My own body had to stop me, time has been moving too quickly hours feel like minutes, and before I know it they are gone You are gone now And it’s odd now Stepping through reality like a daydream, there’s

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

years later

let my heart rest, although time runs through my fingers like liquid, or grains of sand although each moment gains momentum and my whole soul weighs heavy at the sound of silence, or the sound of her voice (I am

years later

let my heart rest, although time runs through my fingers like liquid, or grains of sand although each moment gains momentum and my whole soul weighs heavy at the sound of silence, or the sound of her voice (I am

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

centuries-old

oh my, my head is spinning in circles my sanity splitting at the seams how is it that I am caught off guard by horror stories from centuries Ago, I am still in shock by the state of this world

centuries-old

oh my, my head is spinning in circles my sanity splitting at the seams how is it that I am caught off guard by horror stories from centuries Ago, I am still in shock by the state of this world

Held Together

Things got all twisted up all of the sudden, you see there is so much pressure impending upon the New Year It’s like I had everything straight one second, two strings next to each other, pulled tight at an angle

Held Together

Things got all twisted up all of the sudden, you see there is so much pressure impending upon the New Year It’s like I had everything straight one second, two strings next to each other, pulled tight at an angle

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

falling people

unintentionally adjourned my own sorrow, dove into a tragedy that could never be forgotten, not today nor tomorrow and it was covered in smoke and billowing clouds dressed up in people, the colors of ours i did not mean to

falling people

unintentionally adjourned my own sorrow, dove into a tragedy that could never be forgotten, not today nor tomorrow and it was covered in smoke and billowing clouds dressed up in people, the colors of ours i did not mean to