There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
Daddy's Gonna Make You SorryTears were nearly streaming down the little girl's face.Daddy's Gonna Make You Sorry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"S-Stop it!" She tried shouting. The boys just laughed. She clenched her fists, determined not to cry in front of them... but it was getting to be too much. "Stop it!" She repeated, tears leaking now.
"Stop it!" A boy mocked. The others laughed.
"Stop it." A new voice said, not merely echoing the others but ringing out with a strong and fierce tone. The boys now looked nervous. The girl looked behind her. There was a man standing there, glaring at the boys with his large arms crossed over his chest.
"Abba!" she squeeked happily. She grabbed his leg tightly, burying her face into his soft jacket. He put a hand securely on the back of her head, comforting his little girl. He said a sharp word of warning to them. Now that she had back-up of her own, she braved a sharp warning of her own:
"Yah, go away- or my daddy's gonna make you sorry!"
Let Heaven Guide Your WayLet Heaven Guide Your Way3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Heaven is a vibrant city glistening with snow
Hell is damned eternity where flesh is rotting slow
Heaven is a festival where silence can't be found
Hell is filled with hatred, eating death and shitting vows
Heaven is so beautiful, I cannot wait to see
Hell is so disgraceful, lacking decency
A soul that floats is bound to reach the gates of heaven's feet
A soul that sinks, revolts, and bleeds will likely gnash its teeth
Heaven's full of meek and cheer, the quiet are allowed
Hell overflows with bastard sinners, shouting all aloud
So fight your fight and stay upright lest Hell reserve your stay
Let pain dissolve but most of all, Let Heaven guide your way