Help, Make me Jealous

Sing Zion Sing.

I wish for her lips to sing the praise I was unable to sing.

The words robbed from a prostitute.

The wife of the lamb.
She tosses her head like a lion,
but turns away from the mane, her protector.
I ask her to sing as I am mute and paralyzed.
A child in torment, a product of divorce.
God loves his child who is neglected by a mother.
Mommy, I cry. Mommy, I am falling from your arms.

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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.

Attainable

How divine and untouched the purity of God. How like not another. How mysterious and unable to be measured. Do I compare You to the drink of wine, the taste of grape, the power of nard, the depth of an earthquake? Even a star burning bright still it does fade. He is Creator, unmade. As the earth groans and meditates it collapses and shakes. As a human, I do not understand fully that the Miracle of heaven owns Holy. His purity that I fear to face I will, on glorious day, attain by grace.

Definition

Beautiful, as she meandered into the profile picture of her dreams. Hair meticulously styled, angle right, and artificial light to highlight that which is dark. I thought, certainly she was someone to befriend, yet she wanted nothing to do with me. She loved to sin. I found a woman with a double chin, bags under her eyes, walking around the block, taking it all in. I thought her time had come and gone, nothing more to my life could she add. Wishing she’d be a mere acquaintance, I left after our small conversation, not recognizing she was the definition of a friend.

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