Gray Area

I’m hoping my intuition will tell me if I got it wrong or right.

My faith is broken.

My heart is hardened,

I find myself unable to pardon a soul for even the tiniest of sins.

I’m a hypocrite because I need my own wrongdoings wiped away.

How ironic,” The devil whispers in my ear, pure amusement in his tone.

-N

…Finally

It took some time,

Lost friends and family along the way, and it made me realize,

What’s important.

It took a lot of self-reflection,

Periods of not knowing,

To understand that I do know.

Thirty-one seems like a small feat to some,

But to me I’ve lived for enough lifetimes to come.

-N

…Anonymous

I’m back again.

I tried to leave but it didn’t work.

I tried to leave it behind but it came back.

It goaded me back into its dark confines.

I couldn’t say no.

I was on the straight and narrow for a while.

Proud that I was able to start again.

I’ve said that line for too long.

But the temptation was too strong.

The lure of your wicked promise so decadent.

High enough to feel but not enough to breathe.

This is reckless and-

You brought the necklace back.

Yeah.

-N

Expressions & Definitions

So I posted a new podcast episode. I read Edge Pieces by Brooke Freeman. She has a blog up on WordPress titled, “Low Expectations,” and I highly recommend you go and read some of her poetry. I will have her as a guest for next week’s podcast. If you are interested in reading some good poetry check her out, or click here to listen as I read her poem Edge Pieces.

-N

Low Expectations: https://lowexpectations56373273.wordpress.com

Addiction

Les Abysses

I try to tell it to stay away sometimes,

And for a while It will listen.

Appalled at my behavior to be kind,

Listen to reason,

Try and see the other’s person’s growing season,

IT wants nothing to do with me.

But there are weeks when it comes back.

Past midnight IT whispers in my ear tempting me with sin and delight!

How I bite my lip and withhold my moans for fear of IT noticing and my thoughts take flight.

I try to-

I just need-

Force these positive thoughts in and-

Est-ce que ca me tuerait de vivre une nuit de depravation?

IT walks toward me bed,

hovering over my face.

I can smell the sweet scent of his breath and the allure of-

No one can know.

This secret I hold dear.

Else I won’t be seen how I should be.

Instead they’ll only know of what became of me.

-N