Posts Tagged: pain

Slippery Slope?

My words must hold weight nowIn place of my temporary inactionDue to the crippling angerThat runs so deep and pulsesLike a fresh wound left unattendedI am trying to bandage myselfTo layer the gauze so myBlood doesn’t run out and I

Slippery Slope?

My words must hold weight nowIn place of my temporary inactionDue to the crippling angerThat runs so deep and pulsesLike a fresh wound left unattendedI am trying to bandage myselfTo layer the gauze so myBlood doesn’t run out and I

Human

I am a collection of contradictionsin the shape of a human bodyMy skin is the boundarykeeping the anxiety and confusion from seeping out of meI am having trouble stayingcomfortable in my comfortMy conviction deepens within meevery time I feel something

Human

I am a collection of contradictionsin the shape of a human bodyMy skin is the boundarykeeping the anxiety and confusion from seeping out of meI am having trouble stayingcomfortable in my comfortMy conviction deepens within meevery time I feel something

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

A Prayer for Justice

5:30am and the breeze moves through the trees like a knife against warm butter, a morning of your unfailing love, but do you hear the cries of the marginalized? I hear them but I do not know what to do,

A Prayer for Justice

5:30am and the breeze moves through the trees like a knife against warm butter, a morning of your unfailing love, but do you hear the cries of the marginalized? I hear them but I do not know what to do,

A Clanging Cymbal

I have learned that being where you are is often better than longing for the past or dreaming about the future The habit of thinking that you are always in the wrong place will keep you from existing in the

A Clanging Cymbal

I have learned that being where you are is often better than longing for the past or dreaming about the future The habit of thinking that you are always in the wrong place will keep you from existing in the

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Wading

Listen to this while reading My words are like honey, they stick to my teeth, to my fingertips They sink to the bottom of a glass, get gulped up in the quickness of drinking the speed of everything I don’t

Wading

Listen to this while reading My words are like honey, they stick to my teeth, to my fingertips They sink to the bottom of a glass, get gulped up in the quickness of drinking the speed of everything I don’t