You'd be a fool to think Heaven and I are close. I may be one Hell of an angel, But don't let these white wings fool you- I am but a dove-feathered raven Flying far from grace.
Tag: religion
Blasphemy
Why do you kneel in prayer To this aloof Heaven That has never spoken A word Of forgiveness Or paradise? Those were all your Meanings; See, I think it’s man you’re praying to. Not God. Do you really think you can see yourself In the angelic forms Looming in pane? Do you find salvation In… Continue reading Blasphemy
Confession
I have something to confess: I don't upload every poem I write. It's not that I don't trust you, But... It's just... Some things should never Make it out of my head; Some words don't deserve The life I gave them; Some papers just need To be burned. Some things I am… Continue reading Confession
Men and Satan
It’s sinful. But can we tell you a secret? We don’t care. I know, Punish us for feeling No mourning, We’ll probably enjoy that too. Men and Satan mean nothing to us, We just want a taste- A sinful taste. Come, my lover, Lose control, Take control, Be fuelled by desire and Take a heavy… Continue reading Men and Satan
Under the Water
Under the water, Behind the shadows, Below the sky, Amid the rain. During the night, In the dark, I can not see, No safety for me. I can flock with others But no feelings come. I am not alive. I know I am gone. How many times? Turn away. How many miles?… Continue reading Under the Water
Turning
Throwing stones at the sky Hoping they'll skip across clouds Turning air into meaning. We're definitely turning something into something, Water into wine, is it? Miracles! That's what I need, Not careless deeds, Not random acts of kindness. Holy prayers Made by holey hands... But won't the words slip right through? Can we not just… Continue reading Turning
Salvation
Slender beams of light stream Through panes of glass And dust. I kneel, Always in prayer, always in pain, Awaiting accusation, Defying salvation
The Puppet Maker
I am a woman Made of wood; Paint and carve, And chip away. Pretend you made me But, I was always alive. Make me a mouth So I can give you back Your little words, Oh, Creator, Consumed by madness. My god without eyes Look and see: It fits, It fits.
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