Posts Tagged ‘prayer’
Make Me Skinny
Posted by: Farah on: December 9, 2008
- In: poetry
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God, please make me skinny.
remember when i was little girl
and i had long limbs like Twiggy?
well now i got a big ol’ booty, wide hips and overpowering titties
and i just wanna be skinny.
remember when i was younger
and i had long limbs like Twiggy?
and i asked you for some sexy, my period and titties?
well i take [...]
I Used to Pray
Posted by: Farah on: November 21, 2008
i swear i used to pray daily
but then one evening before i went to sleep,
i stood up and saw that the skin on my knees
was crackly like sandpaper.
so i stopped stooping down so far to the ground
and prayed laying down
but i would be traveling to far away towns of REM sleep
before i would even complete [...]
Prayer of the Lost
Posted by: Farah on: November 18, 2008
i am lost,
i know i am.
i drop to my knees and fold my hands
and close my eyes and clear my mind
and wait for the Lord to speak
and hear absolutely…
nothing.
i clasp my fingers tighter as my legs fall asleep
and get an ache in my wrists
from waiting for Him
to remind me that He
really exists
and still there’s not [...]
Pointing Fingers
Posted by: Farah on: November 10, 2008
if one day God had to point his
larger than life finger
at the group of his creations
that he considered to be
the weak,
who would they be?
i would hope not me…
i would pray through whispers in his ears
that he would see
all he has allowed my back to bear.
like two full buckets of water
tied to a broomstick of over [...]
A Prayer For The Stranger Who is My Husband
Posted by: Farah on: October 31, 2008
- In: poetry
- 6 Comments
God, i pray for my husband–
that he will be logical
and strong enough
to handle
me.
sometimes i operate so emotionally
that i treat my heart with irresponsibility,
not only wearing it on my sleeve
but throwing it at the back of a man’s head
in moments of distress,
hoping that once it bounces off
and leaves a knot,
i will feel at rest.
i will need [...]
Adjust Me
Posted by: Farah on: September 7, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
dear Lord,
i want to smell pretty flowers
and walk though the trees,
be with nature so long
that i can’t tell the difference between
the soft earth and my feet.
i want to breathe…
marvel at how luxurious the breeze feels
on the back of my neck,
walk in circular paths until i get answers,
an explanation and description
of the way to go straight.
dear [...]
Bullied
Posted by: Farah on: September 4, 2008
i had a dream that i was
living out my fantasy and when
i woke up, i begged God to
let me be asleep.
latent images sit on the
edges of my mind and i
pray for the days when
these pictures will be a reality.
my dreams tease me like bullies,
stealing my lunch money
and kicking me when they please.
i try to speak [...]
Pain Away (Revised 7-29-08)
Posted by: Farah on: July 29, 2008
i feel like i can write this pain away—
i can’t speak it away,
just speak
it,
but somehow the idea of
words on a page
and letters on a screen
transfer my screams and frustration
and tears
into dreams.
i wonder if i can move this pain away—
not in a box, but jostle the anguish out
as i shake my buttocks,
as my hips rock,
maybe the [...]
Confused Mind
Posted by: Farah on: July 9, 2008
*Written July 1, 2008*
i promised myself that i would write everyday
but i see that positive habits are hard to make
and negative habits are hard to break.
somehow living with addiction is the only way some can be consistent.
i bet if i was a porn addict, i wouldn’t skip a beat–
i would tune in to the action,
rub [...]
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