If you are on your phone I suggest turning it 90 degrees. This poem contains a visual aspect as well.
Sun streaks stream down like Heaven’s sweet kiss upon The blacktop -where the heat is seen. So we travel along And sit in our canoes Singing sweet songs and -sweating all the sooner. Where we laugh and play. Where we dance and eat. Where we share and cry. This pattern repeats. On the fourth day We celebrate our independence. I celebrate our diversity -for it’s who we are. Drink after drink. Dance after dance. Joke after joke. This pattern repeats. Sun streaks stream down like Heaven’s sweet kiss Upon the black tar -burning through my body. My body: numb and weak. My body: weak and -- irrevocable. In a trance of sweet sedation- situated- where my agony is -euphoric. This pattern repeats. So I travel along As I sit in an Uber Making meaningless manifestations -of my menial night Where I sit and chat. Where I sleep and ignore. Where I shame and cry. This pattern repeats. On the fourth day -the following day We celebrate our independence I celebrate my entrapment -to the bodies -that take me -over -and -over -again. This pattern…
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"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how." ~Friedrich Nietzsche
This is a poem/spoken word I wrote my junior year in high school that I wanted to share. It gets at the why I live and the meaning I often find in suffering. I hope you find what you need to from it, or just simply enjoy it. Fill In the Blank By: Melanie J. Lofgren I’m the majority, I have no authority, I’m not poor, But I definitely could use more. I’m a teen, And I have a routine. Every day I would rise. I would go around, look at people and surmise. I had no mercy. I had no gramercy. March nine, twenty-ten, I fell deep, deep into a den. My worthless, Hopeless, Stupid, Crash Self Was all I could see. Others would assume me to be Energetic, Happy, Proud, Kind, Willing, And forgiving. Oh but how I wished to kiss that self, But she’s gone, long gone. June Eighteen, twenty-ten, The reason I go, The reason I know, The reason I cry, The reason I will not die, The reason I give, The reason I live. Is because of the One who gave Who saves, Who loves, Who was, is and always will be the One. The one giver of life, The one redeemer, The one who died for me For us. I drift away. I pray. “Lord, it’s been a rough year, but please just this once, ignore me. Let the drugs, the pain or the lust be my way out. Because. . .(sigh). . . . fill in the blank.” May two, Six months sober. Because of that night in October. Now every day I rise, I go around, look at people and do not surmise. I strive to have mercy. And strive to have gramercy. People ridicule And mock. But some gaze with envy For God gave me life, Gave me reason And gave me the forgiveness Strength, Love, Hope, Mercy Grace, Courage to go… “To go and make disciples of all nations, Baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, And teaching them to obey everything Jesus has commanded you. And surely Jesus is with you always, to the very end of the age.” "To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." ~Friedrich Nietzsche Love and Faith, Melanie J. Lofgren |