*Bearing my heart on my sleeve, trying to remember the good and the grim. Please excuse my vulnerability*
I used to be beautiful
Or just pretty, at least
I used to think of my smile
Enough to share my light
And that laughter
Could make anyone want to be my friend
That I could add value to a life
And have an impact somehow
Now I'm kinda just stuck
Believing that I'm, well
A tad ugly
Outside and in
I don't know when this happened
But it sorta just did
My self image
to a definition of gorgeous
I just don't fit
I hide my body
Whatever I say I regret
Am I too odd
Judgemental or dull?
Has my light left once and for all?
I lecture myself daily,
Swear to be better
But it's a hard life daily
Knowing that I am not beautiful
Or just yet
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"HE IS RISEN"
He Is Risen in this sight
He Is Risen in these songs sung
He is Risen within this voice
He Is Risen under these Skies of heaven
He Is Risen like these winds blowing
He is Risen on these roads travelling
He Is Risen like the trees standing tall
He is Risen like these horizons Abundant
He Is Risen in words of inspiration
He is Risen by these steps taking
He is Risen with these prayers speaking
He is Risen by this lifes were living
He is Risen as a believers Faith
He is Risen in this walk of grace
He Is Risen by these days getting better
He Is Risen hy the changes being made
He Is Risen by the sounds of Joy
He is Risen with these Hands held high
He is Risen in the positive of directions
He is Risen As You truly believe
He is Risen by Everyday At Its Best
He is Risen In Jesus Name Amen (C) EDWIN PIERROT 2018
Thankful for each Day for the Lord for what He has done in my life, and for what He has yet to come for me and thankful that My God is a living God and that He is risen and I'm thankful and I Believe in the best days still ahead of me, Thank You Jesus Amen.
On a Sunday evening,
you look at the moon and remind me,
how it hangs there as the lone satellite.
I think its loneliness is its beauty,
because I have seen people like satellites,
trapped by the gravity of their lives,
circling around the same tragedy.
You say there are planets with so many moons,
and I wonder why there is no life?
You place your head on my chest,
tell me the moon reminds you of me,
and I know you’ll eventually leave,
and I’ll keep circling this moment,
trapped forever in your gravity.
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Put a new story up on @ps.paul.singer . I hadn’t planned on putting one up so soon after the last one. The idea was to do one a day but then I realized if I do one it will mess up my whole layout of my wall. So I had to just post the whole thing right away. I like this one. Its an epic haiku. Yep.