I betrayed you again.
I told you just last week
that I would be better, and
make you proud of me,
make you not regret
But look at me now:
with the blood
of the same sin on my hands
(I am so sorry)
Every time I come to you, and
every time you wash it
off with loving eyes, but
the next week I come to
you with more bruises and wounds
from my last battle.
When will you stop forgiving me?
Every time I give into my sins, I know
you are disappointed, but yet
you still wash me off and cleanse me.
I am broken and I know it is my
own fault, but the good thing
about falling, is knowing
I have your arms to fall back into.
When will I learn my lesson?"
— S.T.G., Others' confessions: “I keep failing God and I am afraid I will never stop”
send me confessions and I will use them as prompts to write you a poem because ily all ^-^
I still have seeds that
haven’t been planted, but
it’s just been so cloudy lately
I don’t think they’ll grow
I work at a food service with my best friend on Saturdays. I take people’s money, give them food, and return to them their change.
So, naturally, I have a lot of contact with hands. I’ve never been a very touchy person, but when I quickly drop the 56 cents into their hands, I feel a connection. It is not romantic in the slightest, but human.
I wonder about the hands I touch - the rough, the soft, and the child-like -
Who has held them, what have they crafted, who have they helped, what have they written, and where have they been.
A simple touch of our hands is enough to say, “I acknowledge your existence.” without saying a word.
We exchange thankyou’s and smiles, and we go on with life again, as strangers."
— S.T.G., hands have history too
"I’ve been trying way
too hard lately, and
it hurts. Dressing up,
painting my face, smiling and making people laugh
although I’m sad. I think I’ve
taken on the
role of a clown without
— I found this in my drafts and I don’t want to feel this way again
There are two things
that hold the power to expose our secrets:
alcohol and poetry.
It’s funny how they both run through our bloodstreams and make us feel alive."