#virginmary
did you like being a woman?
what does eternal purity offer?
what did it feel like to construct the hands of god?
was it lonely to create a god all by yourself?
how tiring is it to carry salvation inside your womb?
did you like being a mother?
did you enjoy ***
how do you raise a child who holds jurisdiction over the world?
how loudly did you sob when you heard your son would soon be gone?
how much were you able to breathe as you watched the men slaughter your baby?
as they nailed your child to the cross,
did your ******* add weight to the heaviness in your heart?
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
The clouds poured that day
When my mother took me in the church
I kneeled in front of a porcelain Mary
Who glared down in righteousness
So full of herself, i thought.
She should be a figure of strength
A warrior even, made by her virginal status
But you are still porcelain, I snarled
A slight push
And to pieces you go.
In the fear of the Divine
I confessed my sins
Her smile still cold and smirk like
Laughing ay my earthly worries
Dismissing my lonely sorrow.
I looked up again in pain and anger
Smothered by fear and angst
To be met with my mother’s face
Who stood in porcelain
Looking down in righteousness.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Eternal salvation’s a gift
From a righteous young maid in a shift
Who had never been laid;
By God’s Spirit: hand-made
was her baby, our burdens to lift.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 8:06 PM UTC
The bookshelves around the television sound like ancient mothers telling their stories through yellowed, crinkled pages of spells and the angels give guidance
Silently,graciously
through the cards while they display their faces to the room, quietly pleading and waiting for you to read them.
Hear what they have to say,
whisper through your ears and listen through your mouth, the angels are speaking dear.
Pray if you must, and the Gods have blessed the birdcage to open and release the iced ****** Mary that has slept away her winter cold.
She stands tall, with grace and without shame of her nude-ness and she looks at you.
Her mouth opens to speak, but it sounds like space.
She’s shocked and squeezes her hand down her throat to pull the phrase out.
Her hand comes up and a lily petal lays soft in saliva.
She looks to you again, and when your eyes meet,
She chokes and gags.
Stumbles to her knees, the ****** Mary spews up lily petals now.
Your throat is burned from bile climbing up.
a faint smell of lily flowers and you blink.
You are on your knees, skin cold without cloth, and you try to shout “help, let me out!”
But the only thing that comes from your mouth is lily petal after lily petal.
A card slides in front of you, number III of Swords.
'Dear Mary, climb back to your cage and you are safe in there. No wretch may touch you with heartbreak and reject, come home Dear Mary,
It is you whom i select.'
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
I once read a poem,
About a god, swan and woman,
And thought about
The Annunciation;
A dove descended,
From position of power.
With no proposition,
But an edict in it's beak;
Flapped naked,
Before the deed.
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb...
She heard.
No... No... No...
Can we talk.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
I believe in things
they say,
"not to, believe in,"
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
*we drove by saint mary's all the time.
and this was no different today,
than the last,
but I saw mary,
in the window that night,
and it was all a flash as we drove by,
as I said we did all the time,
but this time,
I saw the ****** in the night,
each and everyday I wonder,
why did I see her,
why didn't I greet her,
I wonder why she was there,
or if she was as scared,
as me,
I question myself everyday,
like did you really see,
Mother Mary?
I cannot explain what I saw,
Mary had not spoken to me,
as she just appeared to me for a moment,
as I was shocked to see her disappear so quickly,
the view of the hospital window she was in was fading,
I clutched a set of my grandmother rosary beads she gave me to fix,
in my hands there all I felt the whole car ride back,
as I kept bringing back the image of Mary,
and her outstretched hands,
the silhouette won't fade from my memory,
I constantly try to find out why,
she decided to appear to me,
we drive by saint mary's all the time,
and I look for her in the window before it fades away,
as we drive by,
and I haven't seen the room light up,
since the time she appeared to me,
but I will still wait for her every time we drive by.*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC