Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 8:19pm
10th Jun 2021 8:19pm
Unconscious
Conscious
I've worked my entire life
mastering my craft
I'm a designer, you see
at Masterpiece Cakeshop—
my own company
I'm not young, by far
I come from a belief
that Jesus is King—
my King, who will deliver me
I have served the homeless;
I have served other religious affiliates:
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist
because it matters not
who enters my...
I've worked my entire life
mastering my craft
I'm a designer, you see
at Masterpiece Cakeshop—
my own company
I'm not young, by far
I come from a belief
that Jesus is King—
my King, who will deliver me
I have served the homeless;
I have served other religious affiliates:
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist
because it matters not
who enters my...
#gay
#LGBT
#religion
#Christian
#bisexual
1158 reads
30 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 8:19pm
10th Jun 2021 8:19pm
Unconscious
Conscious
I've worked my entire life
mastering my craft
I'm a designer, you see
at Masterpiece Cakeshop—
my own company
I'm not young, by far
I come from a belief
that Jesus is King—
my King, who will deliver me
I have served the homeless;
I have served other religious affiliates:
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist
because it matters not
who enters my...
I've worked my entire life
mastering my craft
I'm a designer, you see
at Masterpiece Cakeshop—
my own company
I'm not young, by far
I come from a belief
that Jesus is King—
my King, who will deliver me
I have served the homeless;
I have served other religious affiliates:
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist
because it matters not
who enters my...
#gay
#LGBT
#religion
#Christian
#bisexual
1158 reads
30 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 8:19pm
10th Jun 2021 8:19pm
Unconscious
Conscious
I've worked my entire life
mastering my craft
I'm a designer, you see
at Masterpiece Cakeshop—
my own company
I'm not young, by far
I come from a belief
that Jesus is King—
my King, who will deliver me
I have served the homeless;
I have served other religious affiliates:
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist
because it matters not
who enters my...
I've worked my entire life
mastering my craft
I'm a designer, you see
at Masterpiece Cakeshop—
my own company
I'm not young, by far
I come from a belief
that Jesus is King—
my King, who will deliver me
I have served the homeless;
I have served other religious affiliates:
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist
because it matters not
who enters my...
#gay
#LGBT
#religion
#Christian
#bisexual
1158 reads
30 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
Fermata
They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
#death
#Christian
#music
443 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
Fermata
They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
#death
#Christian
#music
443 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
2nd Jan 2023 8:00pm
Fermata
They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.
Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the...
#death
#Christian
#music
443 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
Another World Away
As April's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, a delicate dance of trepidation raced in her mind. The rich red liquid swirled, catching the light, and with each gentle sip, she felt the warmth of the wine spread through her, like a secret being whispered from her lips down to her core.
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
#betrayal
#Christian
#lust #marriage
#lust #marriage
200 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
Another World Away
As April's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, a delicate dance of trepidation raced in her mind. The rich red liquid swirled, catching the light, and with each gentle sip, she felt the warmth of the wine spread through her, like a secret being whispered from her lips down to her core.
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
#betrayal
#Christian
#lust #marriage
#lust #marriage
200 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
Another World Away
As April's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, a delicate dance of trepidation raced in her mind. The rich red liquid swirled, catching the light, and with each gentle sip, she felt the warmth of the wine spread through her, like a secret being whispered from her lips down to her core.
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
#betrayal
#Christian
#lust #marriage
#lust #marriage
200 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
Another World Away
As April's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, a delicate dance of trepidation raced in her mind. The rich red liquid swirled, catching the light, and with each gentle sip, she felt the warmth of the wine spread through her, like a secret being whispered from her lips down to her core.
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
#betrayal
#Christian
#lust #marriage
#lust #marriage
200 reads
1 Comment
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
Love of a Preacher Man
Written from a journal entry about Shawn.
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
#admiration
#Christian
#love #religion
#love #religion
210 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
Love of a Preacher Man
Written from a journal entry about Shawn.
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
#admiration
#Christian
#love #religion
#love #religion
210 reads
4 Comments
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