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Here for funness. Well let's be real: here to be cathartic a la "things I wish I said" and crappy poetry. But there might also be some funness
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#crappypoetry Is there a word beyond tired? I am a plant forced to grow despite the absence of nutrients. But plants can wither and die. I wither yet must live.

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#lentpoetry inspired by Rom. 6:1-14 Master sin keeps calling me, Knowing just how weak I'll be. "You're never truly free," His screech, "You know you listen still to me." Once a slave no more am i; Dead to sin, christ crucified With my old self yet now alive – "Not 'master' sin" is my reply.

submitted 423 days ago • 1 comment

#lentpoetry (forgot to share) Keep me in your perfect peace Remind me of my ashes Fill me with your compassion. For my life is only a life & my death is only death. Yet you infuse promise into both life & death; so they grow into more; beauty from ashes. Redeem the mundane & make it extraordinary

submitted 426 days ago • 1 comment

For shame — the unspoken motto of my upbringing. Whispered in classroom, taunted by gossip, descended from pulpit. Body of girl, for shame Questions of teaching, for shame No boyfriend, for shame Uninterest in feminine, for shame "Goody two shoes", for shame None said it yet everywhere said it.

submitted 433 days ago • 0 comments

Things I wish I'd said Youth pastor wife: You can't enforce stuff like masks. You can't *make* people wear things just for other people Me: So about all those times you've given t-shirts to girls whose outfits were deemed inappropriate

submitted 446 days ago • 1 comment

Uuuuuuhhhh so umm I actually had the chance to say some of this tonight as it connected to a (different) conversation and WOW Y'ALL IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO JUST SAY WHAT YOU THINK WITHOUT FEAR OF THE RESPONSE?? TO MY MOTHER?!? Dang I gotta do that more. Being not afraid rocks

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Things I wished said: Mom, while I understand worrying for your son's protection, you are incorrect to think that he's in danger of being falsely accused of assault. It hurts to hear you say that and makes me fear to tell you my stories of enduring misogyny. [Son] is statistically not likely....

submitted 455 days ago • 2 comments

aimless numbness shuffling on by greyness hopeless? why even try every day a vacuum so much it requires waking sighing guess I'm gonna cry

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Little known fact, Sven actually brought the wise men to Jesus. The more ya know

submitted 473 days ago • 0 comments

oh my lordy... did I just read the lost verses of the pirates who don't do anything or what is all this

submitted 475 days ago • 0 comments

This Christmas Eve has sucked. I'm so exhausted I feel sick to my stomach. I tried my freaking hardest and still felt like I had no wins. Probably gonna cry later.

submitted 479 days ago • 1 comment

Mornings are Not glorious. To pull from a beloved warmth Into the cold darkness Slowly revealing light – Unsettling. Unwelcoming. Rise, rise, Rise and perform. Only a moment from ease To demands. Like an avalanche over peace – Smothering. Suffocating. Rise, rise, Rise and pour out.

submitted 488 days ago • 0 comments

This account has kinda turned into my crappy poetry forum and I'm not that sorry about it and also I blame @gabewastaken.bsky.social more than a little bit

submitted 495 days ago • 1 comment

My name is Mom. Needed by all, Heard by none, Catcher of the cries. I wake to the cries. I feed to the cries. I parent to the cries. I lie down, but the cries. Before, there was more self, but — Now my responsibilities consume me. They are Me. Who am i? My only name is Mom.

submitted 495 days ago • 0 comments

Winds, winds Rain, rain Thunder shakes – A storm again. The rumble outside Mirrors internal. Enough to rattle, But downpour is little You see outside That minimal squall. Yet fail to know My soul's raging gale. Look without eyes – Hear silent screams – Perhaps We may c o n n e c t Again. Perhaps

submitted 503 days ago • 0 comments

More crappy poetry: The best thing in my life is this bowl of pasta. I enjoy its minute. Later, perhaps baby will smile. I will enjoy its minute. Tonight, sleep might join me as I lie in bed. Too, I will enjoy its minute.

submitted 508 days ago • 0 comments

nearness, yet distance nothing bridges the distance words, feeble eyes, pale work, work, separate. mere hands stretched to bridge "a reach is all I have" yet, distance. In abnormal silence the distance shrinks

submitted 508 days ago • 0 comments

Heck. I'm just gonna write crappy poetry, because who cares anymore and also things suck

submitted 508 days ago • 0 comments

Sorry about the mil rant. I'm stuck in bed with a fever and horrible cough. My husband is caring for two sick kiddos and a sick wife solo. I know it's dumb.

submitted 510 days ago • 0 comments

Our house has a been various levels of sick for an entire month now – from coughing to rsv to hospital (twice) – and I just overheard my mil saying "awh, it's ok son, it can only get better from here!" Meanwhile I'm in day 2 (3?) of a bedridden fever and our 9m isn't sleeping.

submitted 510 days ago • 1 comment