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Fear constrained within a fragmented reality
Wallowing within the broken crevices of a failed society
Upon the throne of the Apostle's misdeeds
The overburdened table of crucified dreams.
We give our righteous grace to the souls above
Unaware of the plight of angels falling from grace
As a slight moment of frivolity is to sin in His name
To be damned to spit in the face of your creator's throne.
To sin against the realm of God brings unspeakable punishment
To be thrown within the ever-cleansing fires of Hell
To witness in awe of all the pain that brought distraught
To never again hear the grace of the bell.
Imagine that this life brings you to your knees
As time flows around you like a bittersweet breeze
As you come to resent your creator in all of His manifestations
Forever to come to despise all of His ill-fated adulations.
This is your life to live and no one elses
No longer able to feel the grace of the anomalies
Sent forth to conquer your place in this world
Or to experience suffering upon this distinguished road.
God allows this reprehensible malice to run free
Only for it to burn His children with perpetual glee
To abandon the creation that He once adored
For long this path remains to be unconcerned.
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Fear constrained within a fragmented reality
Wallowing within the broken crevices of a failed society
Upon the throne of the Apostle's misdeeds
The overburdened table of crucified dreams.
We give our righteous grace to the souls above
Unaware of the plight of angels falling from grace
As a slight moment of frivolity is to sin in His name
To be damned to spit in the face of your creator's throne.
To sin against the realm of God brings unspeakable punishment
To be thrown within the ever-cleansing fires of Hell
To witness in awe of all the pain that brought distraught
To never again hear the grace of the bell.
Imagine that this life brings you to your knees
As time flows around you like a bittersweet breeze
As you come to resent your creator in all of His manifestations
Forever to come to despise all of His ill-fated adulations.
This is your life to live and no one elses
No longer able to feel the grace of the anomalies
Sent forth to conquer your place in this world
Or to experience suffering upon this distinguished road.
God allows this reprehensible malice to run free
Only for it to burn His children with perpetual glee
To abandon the creation that He once adored
For long this path remains to be unconcerned.
So, I am back to writing again, and I managed to write something in amidst of a global pandemic. The timing of this piece is probably not good at all, but it has been so long since I have been able to write something and I need to keep doing this in the future, not out of anything other than to express my emotions in a healthy way that doesn't involve hurting myself.
One of my cousins friends unfortunately passed away from the virus and it has been making a lot of built-up emotion in this house. While COVID-19 is the least of my concern, I have been doing awful these past few weeks as my anxiety has gotten the better of me and it hurts to a point where I can physically feel the stress looming in my body. It is getting to a point where I may not be able to handle this any more than I should have. Along with the same old routine of me not going anywhere in life, it becomes very agitating knowing how it has gotten to this point due to my lack of discipline.
I do want to thank everyone that has been there for me and the poetry that was good to read, you know who you are and I appreciate it immensely. Thank you for reading, and stay safe.
One of my cousins friends unfortunately passed away from the virus and it has been making a lot of built-up emotion in this house. While COVID-19 is the least of my concern, I have been doing awful these past few weeks as my anxiety has gotten the better of me and it hurts to a point where I can physically feel the stress looming in my body. It is getting to a point where I may not be able to handle this any more than I should have. Along with the same old routine of me not going anywhere in life, it becomes very agitating knowing how it has gotten to this point due to my lack of discipline.
I do want to thank everyone that has been there for me and the poetry that was good to read, you know who you are and I appreciate it immensely. Thank you for reading, and stay safe.
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Well, nice toi see some work from you again. Sorry to hear about your loss.
A very nice scheme, imagery, and flow.
A very nice scheme, imagery, and flow.
Thank you very much.
This piece was hard to write since I haven't really sat down and focus on my writing lately. I am glad to see you are still around, it is nice having you here.
This piece was hard to write since I haven't really sat down and focus on my writing lately. I am glad to see you are still around, it is nice having you here.
The emotional intensity in this one is hard to handle at first, and it took me two attempts to manage a proper reading of it, but I think that speaks positively towards its overall effectiveness as a statement. Definitely worth the wait. :)
This was written in regards to my youth, when I was a kid I was deeply religious, we never really went to church but I would always read the bible and go to sleep with it.
Now that I am older and have untangled a lot of mishaps in my life, I see religion was something other people can enjoy, and I while I don't want to push any agenda about my atheism, religion is always going to have a place in my life, albeit in a more distant tone.
How was it emotionally intense, if you don't mind me asking?
Now that I am older and have untangled a lot of mishaps in my life, I see religion was something other people can enjoy, and I while I don't want to push any agenda about my atheism, religion is always going to have a place in my life, albeit in a more distant tone.
How was it emotionally intense, if you don't mind me asking?
The parts, where it feels like the writer is being subsumed underneath a pestilential despair that he has no immediate answers for. Even though that is likely more of my own biases and slants than your own, it's evocative of feelings that I know all-too-well.
creepy and atmospheric work!
But take care, my friend! We must survive all this. and leave in the past, breathing a sigh of relief.
Peace to the soul, your relative. I hope he finds peace and a better life elsewhere. And we, we must hold on and fight!
But take care, my friend! We must survive all this. and leave in the past, breathing a sigh of relief.
Peace to the soul, your relative. I hope he finds peace and a better life elsewhere. And we, we must hold on and fight!
I hope you & yours are OK. This poem is pretty spot-on as far as how I view religion, too.
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