Hospital Horror
BY ANONYMOUS
The tube, thin and translucent Protrudes from his brain. A leech clenched Attached permanently, Its mouth embedded, Slowly siphoning his very essence Blood orange dribble Digesting, depositing the mind’s flesh Into a plastic abdomen. Artificial artery to the mind, Two beings now one, breeding Unsynchronized heartbeats.
The Only Expression I Know
BY ANONYMOUS
Feeling like the cat’s whiskers over here. Confusion came bearing his long coat patterned with many pockets. Into one he tucked your mind, into another he hid my heart. Strode away with it still beating. On legs like stilts he vanished, left me as an abandoned mug of tea. (A tea cup is too vulnerable.)
I drifted away from the television set to equally oppressive window panes. Caught in a glare stuck to glass, obscuring views. Maybe it’s because it feels better to hurt, the umbrella has a leak and the sun tan lotion has expired. I opened my hand to the night, pushed my arm right into the darkness, tried to touch that distance. I pulled out something that looked remarkably like last year’s train schedule. I thought: you shouldn’t buy roses before choosing a time and place. Roses won’t last that long.
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Lady Avamay (Princess Many Hugs) Happy Birthday! BY BEATRECE VARGA
God has gifted us with special ones The gift that He crafted them with is joy. Some call them unwanted, a chore…a burden. If only we could see beyond our own simple minds Maybe we would understand the gift, the joy…the blessings these very special angels are. These children considered so simple view the world and life exactly as we should… they see and experience the simplicity of wonder child-like joy and love unfettered by the bonds that we struggle with. Their laughter is contagious. Their love knows no bounds. Their wonder is beauty in its purest form. If only we could see the world through their eyes…their hearts maybe love and joy would be much more important to us than success and the unsatisfied feeling of needing more!
Weary In Body; Strong in Spirit BY BEATRECE VARGA
I may feel weary in body, due to continual attack, but let me assure you, dear fiends and family, that though I may be weary in body I am strong in Spirit. This time I am not fighting by myself, due to my own past refusal to lean on God. The Spirit has been fighting for and by me. What I lack in my own strength God has more than made up for with His.
I will not quit nor give in, because I gave it all to Him.
He sustains my soul and gets me through despite the things Satan may do.
My hope and praise to Him I lift, which I believe has been a gift. The enemy may howl and yell, but you will not find me in hell.
My home is with the Lord above who sustains me with His grace and love. Though sometimes I will fight and fall, To God for help I'll always call. He loved me 'fore my knee did bend and He'll sustain me till the end. He always keeps such perfect time, although sometimes I wish were mine, He always sees what I do not, and in His eyes I'm not forgot.
He waits on me with patient love, that I may turn to Him above. And so I KNOW that He alone, will guide, protect and bring me home.