Not Another Wedding

Usher, come forth

lead me on the path
to the wedding party of merriment

to the sacred song at last.

Pull me down the side aisle
where I watch in glory
ever to be amused
but never to marry.
Usher hold my arm
so I feel like a princess
who never wears the white dress.

Seat me next to couples and the few left single.
Usher, keep smiling
as you consider your occupation.
A vantage point of honor
to seat all the guest.
Even me who will take a nap and rest.

I realize this is a horrible poem. It is dreadful, but it made me laugh!

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Her

Church is loud and hidden. Full of praise, unprecedented resilience. She bites an apple, then walks into an eternal city. She rests on Sabbath, then battles ignorance. Strong and faulted, given grace and Jerusalem walls. She hides her beauty while Jesus peers significant.

Unstable

The clouds are unstable So too are the waves But my faith is stable, solid. Rally and debate is unstable. Fire and Water too. But, God hold us safe.

Shy Suicide

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by someone else's struggle with suicide. Don't worry I am not suicidal. Suicide, why do you hide beneath my white skin? Suicide, why do use my fake smile for your sin? Suicide, why do you keep your cover until the rope is tight, the trigger is pulled, the pills are swallowed, the wrists slit? A black phantom behind my face. A dark word behind my lips. A night in my day. Suicide, why do you ensnare all my companions? They didn’t know. They didn’t see. They didn’t recognize who had overtaken me. You left a message on paper; they read in disbelief. Suicide, you are shy, and yet you have the audacity to kill me.

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