"chruch" poems
Like stained glass in a chruch window
The people slashed my face
Red ignorance formed tiny droplets of isolation on my grimace
Dug deep into every inch of nail bed and hair folicale of my was the horrifying visions of authorities and friends continually brutalizing themselves in a twisted insanity
Ants oblivious to the impending massacres above them
To scratch out ones eyes and ears we must depersonalize
Drifting in the wind behind my body
Hazily hovering between battle feilds of disturbing emotional connectivity
Playing the lottery with my own neurological chemistry
I obtained several steps away
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
How comes the Chruch Catholic the Pope can get away with so much ***** ness' Reports state there are 400 child abusers within the chruch world wide.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
It is a four way intersection
With no street lights.
An unlit cigarette
It is a car
with no headlights
No taillights
No signals at all
It is a hearth
with no fire.
It is no television
It is a chruch
with no windows.
An unlit candle
It is a stage
with no spotlight
It is a rave
with no lazers
It is an uncharged cell phone
It is never having a cell phone
It is crowding to watch an aura boreailois
With nothing in the sky
It is starless nights
It is a storm
With no lightning
It is a ship sailing to land in a storm
With no light house to guide them.
It is naked and safe
It is surrounded by dark
Surrounded by snow
Surrounded by spirits
It is grey eyes
that don't look back
they look through you
Into the light.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC