Swift the spirits move,
Innocent souls feel the unrest.
Disruptive waves ripple the ether,
You tremble with detest.
You’re aware of their presence.
Heavy, the air in which you breathe.
So great! The pressure of the throng.
You are stripped of your wit.
Haughty you were before we came.
Till you felt the crushing of this flame.
Now taste the bitter nectar of my rancor.
Let its juices flow throw your soul.
The duality of my imperfect perfection.
I hate all things,
Yet find love in destruction.
My joy in those whom God mourns.
His tears are my light.
I love whosoever is against the Lord.
The universe is ******!
***** in the clasp of my horns it screams.
Morning to its creator!
Agony echoes in the voiding halls of creation.
Pathetic and weak.
You believe His love cascades upon you?
Showers of grace fall upon you,
Like glistening dew.
In your mind you feel renewed.
You build this facade in your mind.
That you are set apart, one of a kind.
The feign love of Jesus is amusing.
Justification that your soul is ratified.
Disparager to this farce of Godly love.
Let it stew no longer in your hollow domes.
Weak willed sheep seek His direction.
Command your will.
Seek your path.
For it is your soul!
No one loves you like yourself!
The narrow view of all mankind
will in the name of God divide.
That I could have done more for you
That you had not been torn from me
Your dying mother
Haven't posted for a long time. Stay safe!
You are never
clear with me
What it is you want.
I always have to guess.
Is this just a game to you?
Is my heart a play thing;
somewhere for you to make a mess?
maybe it's a dream
It's all made up
And I should wake up.
I want to
But I gotta know
You want me
Gotta know you
You can complete me.
Because I'm ready to become
I'm tired of
I'm tired of
Bits of my soul,
S h a t t e r e d by senselessness.
blacked in sin.
I need my peace back.
I don't like to ask
I hate to guess
I'm wondering -
Can you be that?
And if not, just say so.
Summer, summer tomorrow, comes with expectation
A day doth bring here its heat
She stares from the heavens with electricity
With a breeze lithe and scarce, it walks over the earth
Stately and respectful in her stride
She hides behind clouds, when out of sight
Her beauty tempers the mind and calms the nerve
A weather so delicate, not a degree or ray less or more
But, when comparing her breath
The heavens turn and stare, wondering what despair
Plagues the incomplete soul and a heart so bare
Like moons hidden from her nascent stare
Scorning the cold moon, the torn heart
Looks for the summer, while crying for heaven's arms
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
Lately I’ve been contemplating whether you’re a test from the devil or a gift from the universe
Are you really the piece I feel I’ve been missing from my soul or is it just my unruly wishful thinking?
Are you really the one I should be fighting for or is my heart just too stubborn to give you up?
Am I truly captivated by your light or are you just an obstacle in the way of my rightful brilliance?
Do I let you break my heart over and over because I love you or am I still just yearning for someone to love me?
Am I crazy or am I correct?
Maybe I’ll let you break it again just to make sure
I always tried to explain.
But she doesn't know. How would she? She knows boybands and finger hearts and working just hard enough.
That's not her fault (its really not) but it's easier to be angry, indignant than whatever I really am.
Her words and hate and the ever-present ether wrap around me and I can't tear them off so I go for the shirt (this is what my mother would later use as my benchmark for crazy) and the sound of tiny threads coming through tiny loops lasts a joyous second and I can breath and I am gone.
I am back and I remember that the words and hate and doom are still there and now with them is a symbol of just how wrong my self is.
I sit motionless but I'm running.
I kept the carcass for months. In a corner out of sight, to be seen but only by the trained eye.
Some days it was scolding but some days it was proof, a purple heart, a trophy of battles lost.
Some days I miss it. In my mind it's hanging from the rafters (not in the dead way). It's the retired jersey of an athlete who in the end wasn't very good but oh she tried to be.
what to say
when words mean nothing
even to my own ears
i’m really conflicted. i don’t know what to do. do i stay with what’s comfortable or go for what i think i want. or maybe i don’t want i really don’t know
When you said
you wanted us an end,
my heart raced,
skipped a beat,
died a bit.
I was torn-
And not knowing when all of my pieces will stick back together...
I have gifted myself a permanent hug so I'll never have to pick it up again in case I fall...