i stared at those stained glass doors and it made me think about how i used to make them with you it made me think about how i wish i could still be making that art how i wish you were still here so you could see how I've turned out i wish you could meet her i don't know what her and i are but she means everything to me and i think you would've liked her because i certainly do that little chapel at the hospital it makes me think of you and her and a little bit of everything that colorful glass makes me wish you were still here it makes me wish that i could understand her more it makes me realize that i truly am lost in love with her and that's terrifying to me but i know you would've loved to hear me talk about all of how this feels i wish i were still making stained glass up in the room upstairs maybe i could make her something, i feel like she would like that it made me think about how i wish i had found spirituality sooner because honestly it has made a world of difference for me and only for the greater i wish i were more open about that with her because she's so ****** chill about that **** and you would be so baffled
i wish i had had the courage to just walk through those chapel doors earlier i know i don't believe in that sorta thing but i would've loved to see the stained glass that lay beyond that door maybe i could've pondered upon the future in there thought about a wedding in the future that probably won't happen in a church thought about how it would've been to witness you two interacting thought about everything that's been puzzling my mind as of late but i didn't step into the chapel and i just ponder outside of the space of believing
what a strange sight to see, sunlight streaming through windows; the gentle touch of fiery radiance, falling on silver pillars and plastic handles draping over broken plastic seats with the same ceremony and caress inside a bus as it would in a chapel
on this quiet journey homeward, I have found peace
apologies for not being active lately, I started a full time job after school ended that's been really tiring. the inspiration for this poem came to me on the bus ride home, watching the world go by.
Double hinged doors can only swing so wide. Jester all of us, beckon us to place a token of our time. Light the halls, embroidered walls make them stand tall. For without our greed, it would crumble with ease. All of us bring our broken will. No place for that heavenly grace. Disgrace to our race. White wand in hand. They unleash the “lord’s commands” “Follow with a blind eye”, oh what a surprise. Written word followed by the glorious herd makes them heard. Abracadabra! Everyone claps. We are all cleansed of our deeds. A messenger of the purist form laid down to die, for us. His messages, “Stone is rigid, nothing is forgiven. “ “You lead! Place the crown upon your cranium.” “Show me how much you can explain to him.” His last words, “With arms open wide, I accept this punishment.” Priest lying down his book, boils to ashes. We knew this would last. Our lord has gone. Doors open wide. Black.
I stumbled upon a chapel last night Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour Hesitant to oblige, I survey the inner-workings of the religious structure No where in my sight lies the truth A building built on lies and stories Fables and myths The man says " You feel lost little sheep, please flock to the power, for I am you, no longer shall you scour, you found yourself within these walls" I reply " You are not me, you are a just a reflection, A manifestation caused by fears and I will make peace with what I am by searching inside of me Not flocking like sheep to a fabled entity"