With gentle fingers she molded the clay
Every line etched in was deliberate
Two eyes, a nose, a mouth
A face slowly began to form.
A warm smile, a youthful glow
Her creation was complete
She sent it off into the world,
Free to love and learn
The little person lived a great life
Yet something was never right
The nose, the eyes, the arms
An issue would be found
She heard the clay’s prayers to her
“Why did you make me this way?”
Golden streams fell from the goddess
Her creations never loved her back
I am not religious but sometimes writing like this can be fun. I hope this makes sense
Far, far from here.
Your heart, your soul, and you.
You exist in a world light years away.
I want to hold you tightly.
And never let you go.
Discuss our pasts, and our intertwined futures.
Of the stars that aligned for us to meet.
Oh how the thought of touching your face makes me ache.
I want to be the one you hold dear.
So I’ll build a rocket ship, just for you.
To let our separate worlds become one, again.
Another bit of trying to sort through my emotions by writing them down. Decided to share as well.
I want to hold your hand as we dance under the moonlight
Let ourselves be free
No fear of closeness or vulnerability
We can laugh and love
Yell out into the stars of another world
Letting the universe know that I’ve chosen you
But just your eyes on me is enough for me to choke and stumble
I just want the world to know that you’re mine
It has been three days since my last confession
I beg you, Lord to listen to my prayers
Accept my words and let myself become new again
The holy spirit is a strong one, guiding me back to your light in times of great darkness
Yet today I fear I have strayed far from your light
Sister Marian was in a great deal of pain
I was unable to cleanse her of her true sin
Wayward souls are mine to correct, Lord, I know
But at times their sin is heavier then I may heal
So I only had one other way to truly cleanse her
Forgive me father please
She is in your hands now, her cleanliness immortalized.
We wrote about an unreliable narrator in creative writing, thought I’d share.
Am I worthy of love?
Tainted and bathing with sinners
The only thing a man will truly hate
How dare I mingle with their kind.
Ever long are the days words will pass only in hushed tones
If I had the voice I would scream aloud my thoughts
Let myself be free
But I am trapped in this chamber of normality
I may try my words, but no matter what I try
These pleas won’t stick to bare walls
My moms being homophobic so I made whatever this is :))))
Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again
Your lips are a poison, burning the back of my throat with the taste of you
But I can’t help but crave just one more sip.