Waited (Cj Avory - Lafayette, LA)

I..... Waited, waited, & waited Until the silhouette of my patience Was left lingering on the window panes..... Sitting in emotions of defeat But this seat...... Was my only attachment to you..... A connection between your soul and my heart Yet, we departed ways In the middle of our days Where the sun would try to hold on to that last lingering cloud Before the moon would break through the shadows..... Neither could fathom the reason why They kept seeing my face day after day..... I Waited..... On you to break the silence Of this dark disposition Wondering where the moments of wondering where you are Were nothing, but wonders pondering on what to think next Yet, nothing was left to think of But you made your decision And I couldn't believe I sat waiting on you to appear Then disappear then re-appear like ain't shit happened That chair should have crumbled beneath me To let me know our foundation wasn't even sturdy enough For me to lay my emotions on..... Waited Until the silhouette of my patience..... Gave up on you and us There was no trust Nothing to discuss I could give two fucks on what you're thinking right now Do you understand how much of my energy went into Waiting on you patiently Daily Nothing could sway me..... Not even the wind could knock me off this pedestal of waiting on you And for you to prove There was nothing there all along..... Until the silhouette of my patience Was left lingering on the window panes..... They say patience is virtue But my patience is done with you I..... Waited, waited, & waited Until the silhouette of my patience Was left lingering on the window panes.....

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Ash Wednesday (Brian Falcon - New Orleans, LA)

It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...

Louisiana Words Remembers Jorge Arturo

There’s nothing that hurts more than when we lose someone from our Louisiana Words family. But, the beauty of our writing movement is that the words of our loved ones live on with us. On June 20th, 2023, Louisiana Words Allstar, Jorge Arturo, moved on from this world leaving our hearts broken. He was a charismatic and talented human being. Jorge resided in New Orleans, LA and had been active on Louisiana Words for over a year. To honor Jorge’s life and work, we will be sharing his writing and live performances all Summer 2023. Please help keep his spirit alive by sharing his work. We know that Jorge’s words will connect with our readers and we hope to keep his spirit alive. Jorge’s first submission: “The Dog Show” debuted on February 6th, 2022 and is his most successful piece to date. In 2022, Jorge spent 10 weeks in the top with “The Dog Show,” “Weavers,” “They Say Love Kills, This Time It Really Did,” and “If Hell is Real, It Looks Like an Airport.” His la...

Nobody Said There'd Be a Day Like This (Sam Ray - New Orleans, LA)

I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...

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