a woman APPROVED
THE POLLYANNA PULPIT
I’ve seen them…
Up there with their perma-smile and plastic hair.
I’ve heard them…
Placating sinners with vain words and Christless fanfare. 128 more words
No matter the distance between us,
Both physically and emotionally,
You are always going to be there.
I’ve tried to stop thinking about you
And everything we shared and said… 168 more words
John Gooley's writ stuff
The veins are dry, the mouth set in concrete
the view from here is exceptional
southwards – suburbs, trees, lighthouse, steelworks
the galloping ocean, Asian-crewed ships… 139 more words
Complaints of a Lil' Shit
It isn’t their sharp tongue,
Their cutting words,
Their slicing tone.
It isn’t their heated glare,
That burns holes through me,
That sears my soul… 100 more words
Wanting is not enough
Because I still flashback to everything
And it’s not like the movies, nothing in slow motion
Nothing with clarity
Just fast fuzzy pictures and fingers peeling old scabs… 55 more words
My blood is tainted
By their disgust.
I feel them cringe
In my veins and I can practically
Taste their disdain on my tongue.
Their eyes narrow at my presence, 39 more words