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It was the 7th day when evil invaded our skins, God resting as they wrestle to pull a trigger of genesis, the big bang felt like a genocide,
on this day the altar was on fire.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Tracerene
Conclude the dream
Dew melt my eyes as a suken scene
Soft spoken words pour from your lips
With bones of greetings how often our slips
Gaze and grasp
Each night to pass
I follow you to heaven
Lift me to the ceilings of above
Paint me unto the walls of love
Grasp the two sides of the bodice
Reach to me closer, call me the goddess
Place unto the petals, leave me your alter
With breaths intertwined movements cease to falter
Eyes melt into one sight
Share with me our night

Loves together in a single moment
Kelidoscopes of rosed colors tint
Small traces to guide the hint
This is my moment to share, racing thoughts bleed into the air
Sara Kellie Oct 2018
Religion is Recruiting for
Customer Complaints.
Where is my God, the disciples
and all the absent saints?
The time I have invested
sitting in your church.
This wasn't in your advert
you've left me in the lurch.
I'm asking for a refund,
you've years to reimburse
and then there is the funeral,
the flowers and the hearse.

I've sat on your pew,
spent time praying to you
and now that I'm dead,
I'm unsure what to do.
I should have known better,
you never replied.
Yet I kept the faith
until the day that I died.

Now I queue to complain,
I must be ******' insane!
because,
well,
you don't even exist!

Poetry by Kaydee.
On the first day, man created God.
K Balachandran Oct 2018
Western sky canvas.
Two skydiving birds alter,
The dynamics !
Praxis Shame Sep 2018
Arrested.
A Windsor knot
binds my
fickle neck
to my dour
shoulders.
Plastic ties
elegant wrists
in pair.

One question:
Head up or down?

I lied.

Another question.
Atop a question.

Am I

headed up or down?
Give me redemption
or else,
how can I ignore it?

One bedroom.
An eager clock,
minutes
from my set,
or expected
The End,
happily
leaves me to my
routine.

One question:
Head up or down?

I lied.

Another question.
Atop a question.

Am I

headed up or down?
Give me freedom
or else,
how can I ignore it?

Can I really be who I want?
Can I really be what I mean?

Will I ever solidify?
Will I ever come to?

And who will come?

(. . .)
astiani hayn Sep 2018
I'm nothing but a silenced laugh,
I breath fire smells a fantasy bougainville,
I speak cursed sounds a soothing lullaby,
Honey, I'm your foe, and you know me as amigo,
I'm bleeding of lies, betrayal–a vicious sinner,
And this skin-deep will last until you realize,
I'm a ****** retaliation dressed in devotion.
Madison Aug 2018
At Youth camp service the pastor asked all the troubled to pray at the alter,
He called it the alter call.
Dozens of teens stepped forward to pray,
The tears were almost to much for me,
I comforted all who finished,and
whether I knew them or not.
The you walked forward, all eyes on you,
You were the strong one,
You never broke,
What **** has broken you?
You one else and after everyone left, you stayed still praying.
I stayed behind waiting.
when you finally lifted your head your teary eyes met mine.
We hugged for an eternity not speaking,
You left and smiled at your friends, messing around, a flawless mask,
And I believed that lie for the longest time, But now I know you truly.
Only I knew the unbreakable boy has snapped.
And I think I love him.
More of a story then a poem, but I needed someone to see this.
astiani hayn Jul 2018
She knows better than the other,
That this weight has brought her to the thing unknown,
Which slowly drowned her, deep and deeper,
Her riverbad is so much closer than her ceiling,
It's time for given all up,
So she does.
It's finally swallowed her entirely,
Left her anything but an enormous hollow,
And shaped the other version of her; bolder, stronger, and above all, full of lies.
astiani hayn Jun 2018
I can see those blazing eyes of yours, scrutinized every corner of my room, absorbed a whole lot in sight.
I'm aware you are ready to burn everything up, validating your existance and making sure the spotlights are all on you.
And when that time comes, you will swallow them all like a wildfire,
Left a little for them to realize,
It's you they need to worry about.
she's not me
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