Sometimes, you can beat the odds....and make it work
Shattered....making the pieces left...fit
Little Birds, tel tall tales....what did they say?
Word bank: Use at least 10 of these words.....
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afraid
aggravated
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agonized
alarmed
alienated
amazed
amused
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antsy
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dejected
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distressed
disturbed
down
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elated
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enthralled
enthused
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euphoric
exasperated
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relieved
reluctant
remorseful
resentful
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Looks interesting enough...may have to find another picture more expressive...
ReplyDeleteDaily I agonize over the alarming rate in which
ReplyDeleteTreachery is accepted over good and useful truth
While I try my hardest to maintain…
Shattered over and over…
Picking up the pieces again
Each try makes shards harder to find
At what point does depression not become
A way of life …a truth on the way to a life of
Alienated living
Constantly told what I am is who you want me to be
Yet only feeling defeated in mentality
Always on the edge of detrimental precipices
I alone cannot carry this weight
Watch as the wicked become wealthier
Twisting the good into the perverted
Altering it to make it useful truth….
Lord, my soul anxiously awaits
This world you promised me …
Where good is good
Where the upright remain standing
Exasperated yet relieved this farce
Will not be continuing
In the end, it is always me
Questioning my soul…
Seems this zest and vivaciousness for life
Is waning as I am swallowed whole
Stripped to the bone
There is no worry or excitement left in me
All of my most sensitive nerves have been
Exploited, withered down to the bone
Only with you lies the control…and yet
My father, I wonder why you always leave me?
You told me to go the way you would have me go
Where is it leading me?
I have no more strength left, so you must be carrying me
The vessel is broken
As the shards lay beneath your feet silently
What say ye?
Long-suffering for years and fighting…
This warrior is tired and would like to enjoy her rest
But where, oh where, can it be found?
On every front there is an attack…battle lines drawn
My men and women falling on swords…
What for?
Where is my support?
All of my issues I lay before you now
At your feet
Let there be no deceit found within me
If that’s what is blocking these blessings of peace
Prosperity and family…
Forthright and sincere I am, and always have been
No ill have I meant to any man…
Even in my anger, I bite my tongue
Flawed and imperfect though I be
Is this really how I deserve to be treated?
Vindication…is all I ask
Justice on my behalf…and those who have been wronged
And if you could throw in a couple other things
We’ve been discussing into this mix…SOON…
I’d appreciate it.
© Adrienne Green.09.15.2010Allrightsreserved
Where are yall? I wanted to read! lol!
ReplyDelete" Even in my anger, I bite my tongue
ReplyDeleteFlawed and imperfect though I be
Is this really how I deserve to be treated?
Vindication…is all I ask"
.....this is good, Adrienne..and real talk!
September again,
ReplyDeletethe floorboards are covered in dandelion seed
……. finally I have learned to map its sequence
this coming of change
I deduce…that to run into it
is to tear
multiplied, by the number of steps
it takes me to reach…..me again
subtract the length of my silk train
by the width of tear stains turned
brown
divide the number of days
I’ve worn poetry entwined in braids
all that’s left is a definition
of ecstasies, intersecting with language
these dribble expressions
finally reach the end of my equation
the words,
the longing
the yeast of the heart
….and it’s endless singing
love is merciless,
a brutal miracle
sought by the collectors of souls,
and all other unattainable things
see the clutching
of gossamer dreams
dotting the horizon, and pray
for your sun rise…..in small words
that can still describe it
Ignore the babbling idiot in your head…..
and run head on….using faith to ignite you
feel the emotion bloom into brimming cups
of hope…less…the duty of commitment
as you desire…I come
I bear the skeleton key
you will need
…I will leave the entry point….to you
claim the soft caramel skin….mix it tenderly
with the strong undiluted strength…
water your earth in my rainstorms…
draw your breath and mine
and let us begin again….
a genesis….of grays giving way to olive
then hunter….then lime…..
a song …poetry…symmetry
a menorrhea of my womanhood
a gift
because
flowing…..is a pleasant sensation
and poetry is the concubine
within…we
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yup...real talk, real frustration
ReplyDeletei think ppl forget that life is this way, even if you're redeemed!