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First I was Mormon.
Then I was not.
Second I was agnostic.
Then I was not.
Third I was confused.
And then I am.
And so are all of the beautiful you

As I prepare for Easter
And Resurrection
I remember that before I can see
Her risen eyes
I first must allow
For death

-Evangeline-
Poem written on Good Friday 2019. The poem was inspired by the first photo you see when you google Kali.
...
Hineini
I turn around
To see the
Bridge
Come down in
Glorious flames

Did l light
The match that
Burned
My way back
To the past

Or did you
Start the fire
Cause
My smile shined
Too brightly
Excommunicated
.....
Jealous
?
I'm tearing through all
Dimensions
And walls all over

This nightmare of a
**** bucket
I'm too smart to be

Held captive by you
Will beg me
For forgiveness one

Day I'll be back here
And smiling
You will **** your pants

With my fire fists aimed
At your small
Member you will be

Dust at my fingers
Your ashes
I'll tatoo into a

Kunekune I
Will raise to
Adulthood and then

Eat as a hot dog
And remember
How you ****** your pants

Begging for mercy
That I did
Not give mmm tasty
Firefist
...
Revenge
Hola Familia Rojas
...
Estamos bien agradecidos
Que nos permitimos
Volver a verlos
...
Hoy vamos a hablar
Como
José
Smith
*****
14 year
Olds
TW: ****
You called me Queen
A Goddess
You worshipped me
For hours
On end

Sang songs to
Me, with each new
Melody
I fell
For you

You said we'd sail
The seven
Oceans together
In time
We'd see
It all

Making each and
Every
Continent our
Island
Our special
Place

I was
In shock
For days

How could I not be?

I was the
Ugly duckling
Covered
In oil spilled
On me years
Ago

You saw past it
All into something
I didn't believe
Existed in me
A priceless
Pearl

My father offered you
Three cows and oh
How the village
Laughed at
Him!

Laughed at me

They all did

How could she
Be a three
Cow
Wife?
They mocked
Me and I heard

Every
Single
Word

Only told I was ugly
For so long
How could
I know
I was a priceless
Pearl without your eyes?
Johnny
Lingo
Verse 1:

Despite all
Of the
Commotion

I keep going
Through the
Motions

And I keep
Spinning
Faster

Through all
This dis-
Aster

I keep looking
For a hand hold

A John slow me
Down I can't hope

That things will get better
You said in a later

Chorus:

Yeah, am I alive?
Or am I just dreaming?
That day by day...
I keep on breathing

Yeah, am I alive?
And while i am bleeding...
If I am real,
Why aren't I screaming?
Mormon missionary music
The minute you told me about
Your Bishop and the creepy questions
From worthiness interviews,
I knew we were
My Sister

"Oh, you have?"
Bishop McClain's eyes perked
Just a little, she swears,
A flash of excitement betrayed his
Next look of concern

"Can you tell me about the last time?
How long ago was it?
Where you alone?
Were the individuals
Completely naked in the pictures?"

She reminds me now
That she is barely twelve years old
Having celebrated just last week...
Hence the private meeting,
An annual check-up

You told me how he
Started to breathe heavier
And deeper with each new
Damning detail and necessary
Follow-up questions

A dentist five days a week and
An un-paid Judge of Isreal on Sundays,
Until an equally creepy
Accountant is called to serve
Over the Apple Valley Ward

I loved how you sipped
Your ***** every time McClain's
Name disgraced your mouth
Leaving you in need to wash
His foul taste from your tongue

And when the story flashed forward
To your honeymoon ten years later
I had an educated suspicion
Of where this story might be
Headed

The man you loved unbuttoned your
Pants and his breathe was so
Heavy you froze but unsure why,
Some zombie-you taking over
To get the job done


The real you, you tell me,
Was floating ten feet above the bed
Looking but not looking
Like a ghost trying to solve its
Own ******

Eventually you did,
Your love's breathe was too familiar,
But it wasn't without years of therapy
Threats of divorce and
Occasional talks of suicide

You tell me you'll never know
How much of your struggles now
Have their roots in a church
You gave your everything to
And I knew just what you meant
“The doctrine of this Church is that ****** sin — the illicit ****** relations of men and women — stands, in its enormity, next to ******.  The Lord has drawn no essential distinctions between fornication, adultery, and harlotry or prostitution. Each has fallen under His solemn and awful condemnation.” (First Presidency Message of October 1942)
Upe
Upe upe
Clic clic clic
!Upe!

O O.  .O O
W.     .W

¡¡¡Hola!!!

Yo me llamo
Elder Robinson

Y esto es mi compañero
Elder Leíva

:) :)

Somos misioneros
De la Iglesia
De Jesucristo
De los Santos
De los
Últimos
Días

Y

Estamos aquí para
Hablar sobre la familia
Y como podemos tener
Una familia eterna

Me imagino
Que quieras
Tener su
Familia
Para
Siempre
No?

Tiene algunas
5 a 10 minutos
Para hablar
De Jesucristo?
Once a missionary
Always a missionary
...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3298077/la-primera-discusion/
I knew I'd turned a corner
The first time I made love to
Myself with no regrets

How many times was pleasure
Robbed the moment my mind turned
Back to "normal" again

Chemicals flooding my brain,
Changing me into something
I could not recognize

Lost in a daydream that looked
Like a nightmare to the old
Self I believed in

The moment of ****** tied to
A feeling of remorse, regret,
Disgust and defeat

Over and over again,
Against the God I said I loved!
Against my better judgement!

I'm still in the combat of
Deprogramming to love me
More than anyone can

But every now and then I
Make love to myself like I'm
Christina Aquilera

Like I'm the Goddess that I'm
Learning to become just like
The Mormons said I'd be
Mormon
Stories
Auroleus Oct 2012
Once not long ago
In the vile state of Utah,
An evil wizard
Impregnated a feral cat with
Mormon seed.
In no time at all,
A litter was born
And all of them died
But one–
Mittens the Kitten.

Mittens grew up with a sense of entitlement
Because the evil wizard filled his head
With the Mormon scriptures.
When Mittens would catch and **** a mouse,
The evil wizard would pet Mittens
With a vigor that was borderline
Inappropriate.
Mittens was bred to ****.

In the evenings,
Mittens would enjoy a bowl of warm blood.
Sometimes it would coagulate,
But Mittens loved his blood.
He lapped it up
With a a vigor that was borderline
Inappropriate.
Mittens was bred to ****.

The evil wizard was a Harvard Business Grad,
And since feline-humanoids were not accepted
At Harvard Business School,
The evil wizard taught Mittens
All that he knew.
Mittens soaked up the knowledge
With a vigor that was borderline
Inappropriate.
Mittens was bred to ****.

Some years went by and Mittens
Became a successful business owner.
He would lap up bowls of
Other people's business
With a vigor that was borderline
Inappropriate.
Mittens was bred to ****.

Fast forward to the present tense
(My personal favorite tense)
And Mittens is running for president.
He uses his magical smirk to cloak his lies
So that naive voters might believe that
They should vote for this cat.
He smirks and he lies
With a vigor that is borderline
Inappropriate.
Mittens was bred to ****.
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