One immediately thinks of financial security- yet for me emotional support is more important than the tangible. Walking on egg shells is crazy making and chisels away at self esteem bit by bit until there is nothing left.
Elizabeth
She put her hand into the crook between my thigh and my knee. “I’ll be here.” The words didn’t hold any meaning yet. I barely knew her, but certainly knew her well enough to hear the empty echo of her words, the hollow cavern she spoke from.
Keep me in the loop
Candy on my table
Lettuce in my hand
Strength from generosity
Blessings from abundance
Always there when needed
And often when not
Strong hand supports
Weak limbs and empty stomachs
You could be the one. The one the makes me question everything I do. The one that gets me thinking about the most absurd things in life. The one that persuades me to become a better person and live out my flaws. The one who lifts me beyond my limits and helps me reach the stars. You could be my provider. You are the one. The one that sweeps me off my feet. The one that i couldnt wait to see at school the next day and the one i couldnt wait to have late night talks with. The one that made me question everything and changed the way i think about myself and the one who pushed me to the boudries of my sanity. You are the one who runs skin deep, through every vain. You are my provider. College is a second away. I shoud let you go, you should me go. We should let each other go. I belived there was so much more to what we had than you could ever imagine. I belived you were my provider because the way you looked me in the eyes, and the way you sung my favorite song, they way you rubbed my back and the one that took me home. You could’ve been my provider.
skylar
The careful, perfect script read “I wanna give you what you give to me…”
This note was strange I thought as I set it down for a second and considered the context, then I read the rest wondering what was being provided here. Air? Some elemental thing other than an epiphany about longing? What exactly is this queer thing anyway?
Nara
I have always tried to be the provider. Never really fulfilled that duty though. I always spend too much to be able to really take care of anyone other than myself. But I’m working on it, you know? trying to be the best person i can be is the first step to providing for someone else.
Bryan
somebody who takes care of another person. Not only is this provider a person who will afterbe the someone else, but they will also be the person who provides other necessities, such as caring, loving, and understanding relationships to the person who is being provided for. not everyone will need such a provider
cheyanne
“Love is a Pharaoh and he’s…”
Don’t you dare finish that line! Pharaohs are Gods made flesh; they’re providers!
Holy Ghost
The provider arrived shortly after midnight. Her skin always lacked colour and now was no exception. She reached into the black snake skin bag that was dangling from her arm and pulled out the canister.
Kate
he tried to provide. it didn’t work. he left me. thats what he did, i guess in some ways he was providing. He provided me with loneliness, and clarity. I was over him.
dakotah
the word provider comes up on my screen, and all i remember is when i went to telus, 19 years old, purchasing my first iPhone, you were so stressed, and i didn’t blame you, i would’ve killed her if you would’ve let me. August 11th 2012, i was still pregnant with our son.
Kelsey-Lynn
I wait, listening to the fuzzy smooth jazz coming through on the other side. They ask one question, member or health care provider? I answer provider, over and over again.
You are the one who gives me. You give me all that you have and all that I need. I cup my hands out in front of me and you provide. I shiver and you place a blanket over my shoulders. I cry out and you rush to my side. I close my eyes and you sing my a lullaby…
Manliness. Strength. Family. Love. Respect. what I want to be. A good thing. My duty. Conflicting. Need balance. Man or woman? Why not both
Mahogany
You tease when the time comes. You belabor any subtle change in their temperament you can see. Why is it so hard for you to see the beauty in the cycles of this Provider?
Heather
The provider’s a liar
he becomes the divider
cant look in the mirror
hes the denier
and only a survivor
when the situation is dier
so wear your mask
march in your parade
to celebrate a lonley man
fast asleep in his own grave
your voice is silent
as you scream
past happy life
now haunts your dreams
your pain, I know
suffocates as it grows
but life moves on
you reap what you sow
when the provider was a liar
disguised as a decider
he winds up all alone
on a missing person’s flyer
ugcfh
I have come to see that God is my provider. Jehovah Jireh is His Name. He has been providing for me all my life, but I have seen the most evidence in the last 2 years. He has helped provide a new car for me, and creative ways to meet my financial needs (like selling stuff to pay my taxes).
Natalie
With the parting of her lips, the steam drifted from her mug of tea. It had cooled by the time it reached him. He wasn’t even sure if he fully felt it on his skin. He shifted in his rented tux, readjusting a sleeve before leaning forward to critically take in the scene.
That wasn’t “the answer,” was it?
She smiled mischievously. “I’m not always this way, I promise. I can be very down to earth when the mood strikes.”
“Like a lightening bolt”, she thought. But then again, she wasn’t in a stormy mood at all.
He was a provider. Of despair, depression, disgust, bullshit, insults, dirty looks, debt, awkward glances at doctor’s offices and trouble in spades. How could he be a better provider? By stopping.
MCMothman
The mist stopped swirling. It had been cool and light as no fat drops of condensation sat heavy on his skin. He was confused and dumbfounded.
On its side an intricate blue glass art nouveau bottle rested upon a mahogany table, which was inlaid with mother of pearl depicting curling flowers and vines. Next to the bottle the dainty silver leaf and cork stopper sat askew.
“Simply tell me what you need in a way I will understand,” She said finally.
Helen
what is a provider? A person who is caring? I think it could mean that. Providers could also be a service given to someone – like a counselor who provides counseling services.
a provider is a mother
a provider cares
a provider loves
a provider is loved
do i love my provider?
does my provider love me?
elaine
It’s like it used to be, where my energy drained out my ears in the effort it took to hear voices of those who’ve been no concern. It’s like it used to be, where my eyes flicker too slowly to let you know there’s nothing beyond them but empty fear. It’s like it used to be, where the cliff falls off, you’re over there, she’s coming at me, needing me, and I can’t jump, can’t fall, can’t meet her, can’t provide an answer to any possibility. Like it was when I disappeared last time.
Provider, care giver, and lover
Just a couple of ways to describe a mother
providing even if she dont have for herself
thats true love
love that you cant find inside yourself
but instead in the ones that you’ll call for help
Nathaniel B
I need provider my class for tomorrow.
Karin
“you know how much you mean to me, lou. you can’t just leave me stranded here.” “I’m sorry haz, but you know I have to gp.” Who is going to tak care of me than?”
Sarah Fowler
“Ah, I see myself as none other than your one and only provider,” she claimed, “Is that not the case?
I haven’t heard anything about my provider for days,and I have been in this frozen wasteland for who knows how long.Then I saw something in the snow that made my heart stop.It was her.She was dead.As I cried for her,I thought to myself,I will never see her again,my provider,my friend,my love.
Jada Engel
the care taker. This is the one who really loves you. This person is invested in what you are as well as who you are. The provider seeks your emotion, for he will try his best to comfort it. The provider is the real lover.
Dawson Craig
The spoon was scraping roughly against the sides of the can. The dingy metal was somewhat rusted and old, but it was a spoon nonetheless. The cold beans were still fresh; or as fresh as three days old could be. It had been opened beforehand-a lucky occurrence for the small boy. He scooped a bite of the hard-packed beans into his mouth and closed his eyes, savoring the rare taste of fresh food. This would hopefully last him for another few days. He was going to need to conserve his energy if he wanted to hunt down his next meal
One immediately thinks of financial security- yet for me emotional support is more important than the tangible. Walking on egg shells is crazy making and chisels away at self esteem bit by bit until there is nothing left.
She put her hand into the crook between my thigh and my knee. “I’ll be here.” The words didn’t hold any meaning yet. I barely knew her, but certainly knew her well enough to hear the empty echo of her words, the hollow cavern she spoke from.
Keep me in the loop
Candy on my table
Lettuce in my hand
Strength from generosity
Blessings from abundance
Always there when needed
And often when not
Strong hand supports
Weak limbs and empty stomachs
You could be the one. The one the makes me question everything I do. The one that gets me thinking about the most absurd things in life. The one that persuades me to become a better person and live out my flaws. The one who lifts me beyond my limits and helps me reach the stars. You could be my provider. You are the one. The one that sweeps me off my feet. The one that i couldnt wait to see at school the next day and the one i couldnt wait to have late night talks with. The one that made me question everything and changed the way i think about myself and the one who pushed me to the boudries of my sanity. You are the one who runs skin deep, through every vain. You are my provider. College is a second away. I shoud let you go, you should me go. We should let each other go. I belived there was so much more to what we had than you could ever imagine. I belived you were my provider because the way you looked me in the eyes, and the way you sung my favorite song, they way you rubbed my back and the one that took me home. You could’ve been my provider.
The careful, perfect script read “I wanna give you what you give to me…”
This note was strange I thought as I set it down for a second and considered the context, then I read the rest wondering what was being provided here. Air? Some elemental thing other than an epiphany about longing? What exactly is this queer thing anyway?
I have always tried to be the provider. Never really fulfilled that duty though. I always spend too much to be able to really take care of anyone other than myself. But I’m working on it, you know? trying to be the best person i can be is the first step to providing for someone else.
somebody who takes care of another person. Not only is this provider a person who will afterbe the someone else, but they will also be the person who provides other necessities, such as caring, loving, and understanding relationships to the person who is being provided for. not everyone will need such a provider
“Love is a Pharaoh and he’s…”
Don’t you dare finish that line! Pharaohs are Gods made flesh; they’re providers!
The provider arrived shortly after midnight. Her skin always lacked colour and now was no exception. She reached into the black snake skin bag that was dangling from her arm and pulled out the canister.
he tried to provide. it didn’t work. he left me. thats what he did, i guess in some ways he was providing. He provided me with loneliness, and clarity. I was over him.
the word provider comes up on my screen, and all i remember is when i went to telus, 19 years old, purchasing my first iPhone, you were so stressed, and i didn’t blame you, i would’ve killed her if you would’ve let me. August 11th 2012, i was still pregnant with our son.
I wait, listening to the fuzzy smooth jazz coming through on the other side. They ask one question, member or health care provider? I answer provider, over and over again.
What exactly am I providing…
You are the one who gives me. You give me all that you have and all that I need. I cup my hands out in front of me and you provide. I shiver and you place a blanket over my shoulders. I cry out and you rush to my side. I close my eyes and you sing my a lullaby…
Provide me a spoon so I may eat
Sit your judgement down on the seat
hound me now, I am defeat
Flip your promise; you’re not discrete
The person who gives… the pro that does not divide. Responding to a taciturn glance, we give our all.
Someone who loves you. Someone strong. Gives you everything you need: food, shelter, affection.
Manliness. Strength. Family. Love. Respect. what I want to be. A good thing. My duty. Conflicting. Need balance. Man or woman? Why not both
You tease when the time comes. You belabor any subtle change in their temperament you can see. Why is it so hard for you to see the beauty in the cycles of this Provider?
The provider’s a liar
he becomes the divider
cant look in the mirror
hes the denier
and only a survivor
when the situation is dier
so wear your mask
march in your parade
to celebrate a lonley man
fast asleep in his own grave
your voice is silent
as you scream
past happy life
now haunts your dreams
your pain, I know
suffocates as it grows
but life moves on
you reap what you sow
when the provider was a liar
disguised as a decider
he winds up all alone
on a missing person’s flyer
I have come to see that God is my provider. Jehovah Jireh is His Name. He has been providing for me all my life, but I have seen the most evidence in the last 2 years. He has helped provide a new car for me, and creative ways to meet my financial needs (like selling stuff to pay my taxes).
With the parting of her lips, the steam drifted from her mug of tea. It had cooled by the time it reached him. He wasn’t even sure if he fully felt it on his skin. He shifted in his rented tux, readjusting a sleeve before leaning forward to critically take in the scene.
That wasn’t “the answer,” was it?
She smiled mischievously. “I’m not always this way, I promise. I can be very down to earth when the mood strikes.”
“Like a lightening bolt”, she thought. But then again, she wasn’t in a stormy mood at all.
He was a provider. Of despair, depression, disgust, bullshit, insults, dirty looks, debt, awkward glances at doctor’s offices and trouble in spades. How could he be a better provider? By stopping.
The mist stopped swirling. It had been cool and light as no fat drops of condensation sat heavy on his skin. He was confused and dumbfounded.
On its side an intricate blue glass art nouveau bottle rested upon a mahogany table, which was inlaid with mother of pearl depicting curling flowers and vines. Next to the bottle the dainty silver leaf and cork stopper sat askew.
“Simply tell me what you need in a way I will understand,” She said finally.
what is a provider? A person who is caring? I think it could mean that. Providers could also be a service given to someone – like a counselor who provides counseling services.
a provider is a mother
a provider cares
a provider loves
a provider is loved
do i love my provider?
does my provider love me?
It’s like it used to be, where my energy drained out my ears in the effort it took to hear voices of those who’ve been no concern. It’s like it used to be, where my eyes flicker too slowly to let you know there’s nothing beyond them but empty fear. It’s like it used to be, where the cliff falls off, you’re over there, she’s coming at me, needing me, and I can’t jump, can’t fall, can’t meet her, can’t provide an answer to any possibility. Like it was when I disappeared last time.
Provider, care giver, and lover
Just a couple of ways to describe a mother
providing even if she dont have for herself
thats true love
love that you cant find inside yourself
but instead in the ones that you’ll call for help
I need provider my class for tomorrow.
“you know how much you mean to me, lou. you can’t just leave me stranded here.” “I’m sorry haz, but you know I have to gp.” Who is going to tak care of me than?”
“Ah, I see myself as none other than your one and only provider,” she claimed, “Is that not the case?
a person or thing that provides something.
someone or something that provides things.
All hail the provider of all that is good.
I haven’t heard anything about my provider for days,and I have been in this frozen wasteland for who knows how long.Then I saw something in the snow that made my heart stop.It was her.She was dead.As I cried for her,I thought to myself,I will never see her again,my provider,my friend,my love.
the care taker. This is the one who really loves you. This person is invested in what you are as well as who you are. The provider seeks your emotion, for he will try his best to comfort it. The provider is the real lover.
The spoon was scraping roughly against the sides of the can. The dingy metal was somewhat rusted and old, but it was a spoon nonetheless. The cold beans were still fresh; or as fresh as three days old could be. It had been opened beforehand-a lucky occurrence for the small boy. He scooped a bite of the hard-packed beans into his mouth and closed his eyes, savoring the rare taste of fresh food. This would hopefully last him for another few days. He was going to need to conserve his energy if he wanted to hunt down his next meal
HE was always there. But he never spoke. From the day she opened her eyes, he was there, but he never left. He never left. He always left.
I’ll run my fingers over the notches in your spine, if you’ll run yours through my hair. Let us just be, I don’t need a provider.