The Follow Campaign 

Watching the visitors and the number views increase under the ‘stats’ here on my wordpress’ dashboard is always exciting! It means someone is taking time out of their day to read my work(s). And that is greatly appreciated whether that someone enjoyed what they’ve read (what any writer more often than not hopes for) or otherwise. If you’ve read anything and agreed…comment, share that with me. If you have read anything and disagreed or disliked- well you can keep that to yourself…I jest. Please share that thought with me as well. One of the ways to can become better at what we enjoy in this is to make it a challenge from time to time. Here are a few pieces if suggest reading- views/followers seem to have enjoyed them a bit, and I hope you’ll do the same. 
‘Nothing Single’
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2014/08/13/god-has-made-nothing-single/
‘Young Children’
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/young-children/
‘Bad Words’
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2015/06/01/bad-words/
‘The Struggle of choice (Fictionalizing melancholy)’
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2015/02/03/the-struggle-of-choice-fictionalizing-melancholy/
‘Well Children…’ 
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2015/04/21/well-children-2/
‘Man than woman’ 
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2014/11/28/women-and-men/
‘Submission’
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2015/03/28/submission/
‘To my Troubled Friend’ 
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2015/02/25/to-my-troubled-friend/
‘Growing Pains’
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2014/12/22/growing-pains/
‘Status, Hierarchy…Class’ 
https://eiselecunningham.wordpress.com/2015/01/29/status-hierarchy-class/
Please do check out my twitter follow @cunningeisele, share and leave your thoughts there as well. 
Thank you all!

Kind regards, 
Cunningeisele 

Bad Words 

People think them Some say them 

A bad word,

Bad words. 

Perhaps it’s time I brought this conversation to the table 

Been called a Nigger

And maybe a Faggot

You, a ‘Dyke’ 

Some twisted variation of whore and cunt. 

But what, what are the criterium, the actions necessary to be called one of the above?

I know when you don’t agree with someone else’s opinion

With haste they think to, no, call you stupid or dumb. 

A bad word, 

Bad words 

Where have they all come from?

On the school yard and classrooms, in private meeting rooms at the office…

From the conscience of cantankerous misanthropes, 

Out of the mouths of men and women considered racist? 

A bad word

Bad words, shit, what makes them fit? 

Am I only a nigger if I act like one,  

Only a faggot if you allow anyone to treat you as such. 

Bitch, whore, jerk. 

Sticks and stones…

If bad words hurt no one, people would not use them so fucking much!

Spic, jap, Oreo, cracker. 

Do you think one feels more superior, better, stronger after slandering the character of someone. 

A Bad word.

Some friends use them, categorized as an “endearing term.”

Which bad word? 

All of them. 

So many bad words 

Not often thought of 

And don’t mean anything until they’ve hurt someone.

As A Friend

Love is no matter I dame to conquer. 

It is unsinkable, 

Inflammable,

It is war, 

The weapon. 

And Peace. 

Love is no matter I dare wish exist inside me again.  

But, love is no matter I dare resist.

Love’s arrow has pierced the thickest of skin. 

Love- has caused the newest of souls to sooner meet their end. 

Love is simply a matter i understand I could never conquer…

I’d rather not make love my enemy when it hasn’t yet known me as a friend. 

I am Alive 

Sunlight light cascades ‘cross my face, hurting my eyes. I am happy that I am alive

Breath quickly enters and exits my two lungs

Every moment is a war

I am still alive, so I have won.

I have tasted something awful as I sit down and eat. 

I am alive happy to taste anything. 

There are ditches in the road, shaking my body within a car. 

But I am alive, so I drive on. 

Rain comes down heavy, blinding me against everything. 

I feel every cleansing drop roll down my skin. 

I am alive, I am happy. 

I hear a song on the radio, it is not my favorite.

But I hear something. 

I am alive, I am happy. 

I recall every ache lost love had caused, 

But I am alive, purely excited to feel at all. 

I had a nightmare last night as I dreamed, but I woke up. 

Alive and happy. 

I am now reading a letter that has made me cry. 

Still I am happy, I am alive.

In a Vacant Church 

In a vacant Church… 
“Have you come to confess your sins?”
A Priests’ question to you. 
Seated still,
Beyond the dark gauze which separates you two. 
“Have you come to confess your sins?
From your past, of the present…
Have you anything?
Broken hearts, and broken bodies falling out of hidden closets with broken locks.
A misshapen sight of one’s self seen in well kept mirrors?”
What a reflection looks like when the soul is creeping out. 
“Have you anything that concerns you? 
I take it you’ve come here for a reason…
What madness brought you crawling here, what madness brought you here to hide?
Pride? 
Do you believe in yourself, in your own abilities too much? 
Envy: a glutton for jealousy. 
Gluttony: You fail to stop, when you’ve had the share of a Lion and his Cubs. 
Lust: You ”make love” to the point of addiction.  
Is it 
Anger…
Is it
Greed…
Is it
Sloth: Body, conscienc, beyond fatigued. 

Avoidance of all physical and spiritual work, no care, no accountability.”

Negative actions do have their impact.
“Have you anything to confess?
Seated still beyond the darken gauze separating us.” 
There in a vacant church.
And for the final time, the priest praying to provide solace asked, 
“Haven’t you a thing to confess?”

Plenty 

I may have been more weak than each soul surrounding me. 

But, acting strong was my greatest strength. 

You never once saw the ways you hurt me. 

And you’ll never know if I cried. 

My pretending to be strong… 

Was found quite helpful, 

Its hurting you. 

Was Plenty revenge in my eyes.