I am most definitely an agnostic
With interest in conversion
...
But I am also a human
With an interest in him
...
So I agreed to go discuss religion
Even with a third party addition
...
Over stereotypical American coffee
Lacking nutrition but filling with happy
...
I listened to testimonies of growing up Christian
I think they forgot about my religious disposition
...
At the end they both prayed
And he was wishing I'd stay
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I guess I'll be in pews on Sunday holding his hand
But really I'd do anything to hold it again

There's certainly an uncertain beauty
To that woman made of glued together pieces
It's encouraging and heartbreaking
To see her strengthen while tears are streaming
Easily one can feel uneasy while witnessing,
To hear her soul becoming
There's certainly an uncertain beauty
To that woman made of glued together pieces

There's a fearless trepidation
Filling that man on the corner
An insignificant sign of significance
Pours from his eyes, flooding the streets with meaning
Perfectly imperfect is his brokenness
Which lays on the external inside
There's a fearless trepidation
Filling that man on the corner

There's a balanced imbalance living
Within a girl constructed of tears
There's late sleepless early nights
Where the broken try to fight
It's optimistically pessimistic where
Her mindset as been placed
There's a balanced imbalance living
Within a girl constructed of tears

A white man on his ivory horse
Knock, knock, knocks on your doorstep
He is a gentleman, but his patience is short
Without permission he'll walk in to take your breath
He means no harm, for he is not rude
It's only an occupational hazard
He won't judge you for your past as
Your soul hugs his waist atop his equine companion
Who carries you,
Draped carefully in clean yet dirtied rags,
And him,
Elegant in armor but soaked in sadness,
Around you glows a light that is about
To be engulfed by darkness
"May your soul be laid to rest"
The beautiful man you know to be your reaper
Whispers as he drops your soul
Into the depths of a heretical hell

My echo wont reply for me.
My reflection will not look at me.
My shadow does not walk with me.
My footsteps will not follow me.

I lost myself to someone else.

And they never gave me back.

Pebbles, rocks. Boulders and stones.
Unique and yet so plain.

How many million individual grains of sand rest upon a beach,
None of them the same.

A snowflake falls a different shape,
A billion others follow.

Are they unique,
Are we the same.
Answer how it suits you.

But in a pile of rocks a thousand tall,
Thats all it is,
A pile or rocks.
A thousand tall.
Rock on rock on rock.

They are all just ******* rocks.

It's finally here
My favorite month of the year
The leaves,
The scent,
The love,
The warmth,
The cold,
All of it swaddles me like a baby blanket
It's glorious
The truth comes out
On the final night
Throughout the month
Celebrations galore
October, October
It means so much more
Than given credit for

I'd just like to take a moment
To acknowledge all the good you pour from your heart
All the love you give without a second thought
I'd like to thank you for remembering
What it was like and for
Reminding me none of this ******* will matter
I want you to know I appreciate
Every single thing that you do
And say
I would like to just say thank you
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for saving me
Thank you for being you
Now you get to be reminded
Because if I know you
I know you'll need to be reminded
I love you