Nameless narrations before artificial condemnation, my situation fearing the unspoken path among the tokens of my tainted past. Created diversions my unwanted conversion, consuming perversion still, I chose neither meek or discreet, can’t repeat unwilling to delete. The crowd is what a fool believes redemption a tease! if you please aroused? ruckus rubbish never admitContinue reading “If it Matters To Thee, Then It’s Not In Me”
Tag Archives: Rejection
When The Other Shoe Drops
Who shall feel a gentle mist upon a face jagged and torn but covered by lace, fancy this false yet discreet hidden state, pride denied an unwelcome fate? Peel through the layers of docile decent concealed in a prayer that was never sent, UN-gracious gloom and what it represents before oppressive needs thatContinue reading “When The Other Shoe Drops”
Love Denied I Died Inside
She called out to the thorns and thistles pricked the reality of me it was not to be. Defiant shame bored thy blunted name harsh hated seeds bitter forgotten needs Malice of hearts in the unsweetened fruits envy’s frustrated pursuits among dying roots. Hush the hostile swarms are elated! overly jaded an unforgiving painful tooth agitatedContinue reading “Love Denied I Died Inside”
What you lack I Offer, Turn Your Back Before You Falter
Those hollowing calls, in the Truth all else will be resolved raging the realm of reasonable substitutions, its retribution. Pride prompting principles preposterous when not contemptible drowning in unethical repute scornful the foolishness we salute Recklessness is in fashion, it’s nefarious so how did this happen oppressed opinions if obedient now hostile it’s justContinue reading “What you lack I Offer, Turn Your Back Before You Falter”
The Lunacy In Our Internal Community
Sandymans Quotes: ” In deeds we want in wants deeds are dined, as love turns to hate then we’re only left with pride, when the heart and the mind collides then who in the hell decides “
The Gift Is Not Under The Tree
Sandyman Quote “Christmas is in our mist the day of deliverance you just cant miss, waste not the time you have for God can’t find the deeds not done, to the wicked! there’s nowhere to run.”
Her Will, My Might
I see the nakedness of your will, unspoken words cascading down a rutted gully, that space between shadow and light, a thief in the night. No! you speak not of needs, desperate wants leaching through eyes that bleed, you care not as I whimper, concede not when they whisper. You bind the hearts of menContinue reading “Her Will, My Might”