June 2008
2 posts
look
She is tall. Big eyes. Great legs. Speaks bold, seductive words. She demands attention and gets it. People cannot help but look and listen. But she is much like writing on a frost window – there but you can see right through inside. Look into her beautiful eyes. You would see pain but its buried so deep. All you see is defiant attraction. Her words that seemed once so bold are forgotten. Wrapped...
jesus' pain
Feel my hand. Feel the tremors of pain. Can you feel that? Do you feel my blood pulsing through my weak veins? The wood is rough. Sending splinters that I don’t even feel into my skin as it slams up and down onto my body. My arms do not have strength. I am numb. I am weak. Find faces in the hoarding crowds. Faces that taunt. Faces that leer. Faces that say I hate you. I look back. I am doing this...
