my mom died there was some gossip going around about our
family, especially one member in particular. The
accusations weren't true, but either way it made no
sense to kick someone while they're down instead of
giving them a hand up. It didn't seem Christ like
shouldn't like this poem, It's short, not that clever
and I was right ticked when I wrote it, but for some
reason I really like it. At my mom's wake someone
I hardly knew gave me a mini lecture on how I should be
feeling and was really condescending, It felt like she
was trying to make feel guilty because I took a break
from crying to crack a smile. She barely knew my
mother. BTW: I'm not actually an angry person
is actually a song I wrote. I made it up in my
head while I was doing a very monotonous job at
work. For a while I was letting myself get sad and
upset about everything and then I noticed that the other
people doing that where not that fun to be around.
I've adopted a new outlook based on Mathew chapter
six. Worrying gains you nothing but ulcers and
headaches, God is caring for me so I've got nothing to
can get a descent sounding mp3 of this I'll put it on
the site. (I got it now download
was supposed to be a song, but It just kept sounding
cheesy to me. It seemed to whiny to me too.
This was a self-esteem venting thing I had just heard
one to many fat jokes that day and need to let out some
steam. even though I didn't like this as a poem it
expresses how I felt that day so I like it in that
On my own
was another attempt at a song, the tune wasn't the
greatest but it was alright the big problem was I
couldn't finish this. This was supposed to be a
song about realizing you can't do it alone, but when I
actually sat down to write it, this was all I can
remember. I'm hoping I'll be able to finish it.
wrote this poem after a discussion I had with a
co-worker. This guy was a big guy covered in
tattoos, eyebrow piercing, rough looking clothes.
He was telling me he was afraid to set foot in a church
because the response he got when he tried twice
before. The first time everyone there ignored him
and even walked away from him when he approached and the
second time he was escorted out and told to come back
when he was dressed more appropriately. This was a
guy honestly seeking God and he was turned away by the
people that should have been accepting him with open
arms. a scowl was his first impression of Jesus.
It made me want to cry.