Submissions by lotuscountry (SelahV)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 1:42am
4th Dec 2012 1:42am
this journey has its secrets
Isn't it romantic
once again
yet-
the artistry of
sojourning
through the thickets
of homelessness and eclecticism?
it wasn't exactly
a decision,
more of a following in the leading
of my sometimes twisting
perfectly spiraling like my DNA
spiritual condition
that I've been locked in
for quite some time.
My sentimental and reminesing heart
mostly martyred and ripped apart
for the
sake of pressing on steadfast in my conviction
God will bring me and all this
ALL THIS
to glory somehow
like the...
once again
yet-
the artistry of
sojourning
through the thickets
of homelessness and eclecticism?
it wasn't exactly
a decision,
more of a following in the leading
of my sometimes twisting
perfectly spiraling like my DNA
spiritual condition
that I've been locked in
for quite some time.
My sentimental and reminesing heart
mostly martyred and ripped apart
for the
sake of pressing on steadfast in my conviction
God will bring me and all this
ALL THIS
to glory somehow
like the...
688 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 10:34pm
1st Dec 2012 10:34pm
It was a very cold winter that year and we had no heat.
Really I was more distracted by the
near death experience of our car flipping over
a flurrying highway in Wheeling, West VA just after he'd
hit the bowl a few times
at dawn
and how now
my mother's car was totaled,
she was furious,
there were bills waiting for me at home and I knew
this meant facing a cold and snowy winter
of now even earlier mornings
walking to the bus stops and waiting freezing
then walking more
and trying
to make connections
and how
...
near death experience of our car flipping over
a flurrying highway in Wheeling, West VA just after he'd
hit the bowl a few times
at dawn
and how now
my mother's car was totaled,
she was furious,
there were bills waiting for me at home and I knew
this meant facing a cold and snowy winter
of now even earlier mornings
walking to the bus stops and waiting freezing
then walking more
and trying
to make connections
and how
...
1013 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 3:43am
27th Oct 2012 3:43am
dream catcher
ive been crashing hard against
every grain of sand
between my wounds, trodding like a snail
leaving a line of slime behind my trail
stopping here and there exhausted for awhile
then a few small steps once again
then another crash.
unable to get away,
unable to rise above
the salty dank filthy weight of a here
i do not want.
dreams, they are light and motivating and vaguely
hard to believe in now
that i've seen miracles
and the grace of love,
but isn't there something to be said
for choice and hope...
every grain of sand
between my wounds, trodding like a snail
leaving a line of slime behind my trail
stopping here and there exhausted for awhile
then a few small steps once again
then another crash.
unable to get away,
unable to rise above
the salty dank filthy weight of a here
i do not want.
dreams, they are light and motivating and vaguely
hard to believe in now
that i've seen miracles
and the grace of love,
but isn't there something to be said
for choice and hope...
801 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 6:09pm
26th Oct 2012 6:09pm
quiet heart
in the hour
of belief
freed by His hand
lead by His love
faith reigns
like raining grace
when i am
alone with Him
of belief
freed by His hand
lead by His love
faith reigns
like raining grace
when i am
alone with Him
648 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2012 1:59am
10th May 2012 1:59am
I am
curious with hope
sunlight shining through the cracks
my heart stays so young
sunlight shining through the cracks
my heart stays so young
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 11:16pm
23rd Apr 2012 11:16pm
Rain At The Beach
Getting flooded these days
with the broadening horizon
of hopes and homes lost.
Rt 1 South,
passing through it all
on my way.
The Delaware sun keeps rising and setting
weighing down so heavy on me in the mornings,
awakening me so tired from grounding in piled high evenings of disorientation.
The trauma, the crisis
even the relief
is over.
I am left now only
with memories,
and...
with the broadening horizon
of hopes and homes lost.
Rt 1 South,
passing through it all
on my way.
The Delaware sun keeps rising and setting
weighing down so heavy on me in the mornings,
awakening me so tired from grounding in piled high evenings of disorientation.
The trauma, the crisis
even the relief
is over.
I am left now only
with memories,
and...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 11:12pm
23rd Apr 2012 11:12pm
i was told
It can be simple
and in that-
beautiful,
true.
The Lord told me so...
A pale blue grey sky,
snow seagulls flying, their white wings
deeply quieting to my
over-striving
ever-searching soul,
2 crab ships roaring engines
small waves and ripples.
It's not meant to be a struggle.
Peace exists here, where I still myself.
The bay, as if caught by surprise
in a private moment
gladdened by my presence but wondering
why I've come.
Sand wet and cold.
It can be
simple.
And in...
and in that-
beautiful,
true.
The Lord told me so...
A pale blue grey sky,
snow seagulls flying, their white wings
deeply quieting to my
over-striving
ever-searching soul,
2 crab ships roaring engines
small waves and ripples.
It's not meant to be a struggle.
Peace exists here, where I still myself.
The bay, as if caught by surprise
in a private moment
gladdened by my presence but wondering
why I've come.
Sand wet and cold.
It can be
simple.
And in...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2012 4:12am
21st Apr 2012 4:12am
the home of my spirit
sinking heavy to the center
like an evening
setting sun dropping into
this long,
dark night.
relaxed,
expanding deep
within myself.
i hear the thunder of my heart
and i feel
the lightning of my spirit.
tonight,
at last
these moments passing
glowing breath, not lost.
like an evening
setting sun dropping into
this long,
dark night.
relaxed,
expanding deep
within myself.
i hear the thunder of my heart
and i feel
the lightning of my spirit.
tonight,
at last
these moments passing
glowing breath, not lost.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2012 11:52pm
15th Apr 2012 11:52pm
as water flows
As water flows
through all of life,
so does He speak
to us.
More precious
than anything else
is our faith.
It is
the language
of prayer, the way
of communication
between ourselves
and God.
Through it
we have the ears
for hearing Him.
Through it
we have the heart
for obeying Him.
Through it
we have the patience
for allowing Him
to make us Holy.
More precious
than anything else
is our faith.
through all of life,
so does He speak
to us.
More precious
than anything else
is our faith.
It is
the language
of prayer, the way
of communication
between ourselves
and God.
Through it
we have the ears
for hearing Him.
Through it
we have the heart
for obeying Him.
Through it
we have the patience
for allowing Him
to make us Holy.
More precious
than anything else
is our faith.
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2012 5:29am
14th Apr 2012 5:29am
crashed into by hell
with the speed and weight of chaos flying
inflamed cantankerous a rotting lying
ulceration of lust and charm
disarming brilliant wit and a
killer smile
big enough to fit
me into the palm of his
shark hands
quick, rough and groping
with one grand
easy landing
defiling sweep
his choice what to take and keep
with steeping heavy steps
that broke through me like an earthquake
shattered me like glass
while he fed his win
and laughed
crashed in
to my sensitive life ...
inflamed cantankerous a rotting lying
ulceration of lust and charm
disarming brilliant wit and a
killer smile
big enough to fit
me into the palm of his
shark hands
quick, rough and groping
with one grand
easy landing
defiling sweep
his choice what to take and keep
with steeping heavy steps
that broke through me like an earthquake
shattered me like glass
while he fed his win
and laughed
crashed in
to my sensitive life ...
696 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 3:05am
12th Apr 2012 3:05am
reverberations (haiku)
daytime is busy
all night he's here
in my dreams
i am so tired
all night he's here
in my dreams
i am so tired
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