TW: Christian

I find myself back at the door,

returned once more to the derelict

place, carved into the depths of

all that I am.

I’d forgotten the sound of Your knocking.

I heard it said that You kick the door

from its hinges, I like the thought of that.

At any rate, the door is open,

I remember, I give up, make Yourself

a home, Christ Jesus.

Mind the world spinning in the front room, and ...

The skyscrapers eat away at the clouds,

the clouds suffocated by the dense canopy;

the canopy covering the thickets rising

from the cracked cement;

the cement beneath the feet of the

hordes of businessmen clad in a few

scarce fig leaves and pulling at their

dry vine neckties, swinging their

briefcases;

their briefcases full of striving for the

wind and scraping at the clouds,

the clouds tha...

Don’t wake in the world

where the trees all died,

or slumber much in any place

where flowers wither

or give thorns.

Don’t look into the sun,

nor the eyes of a child

thin as dead trees,

withered like frail flowers.

Don’t search too long

for green in endless sands,

nor for any more time

than what you’re allotted

in your hourglass head.

The boy was ten,

the skeleton seven, maybe.

Don’t cry for...

Don’t wake in the world

where the trees all died.

Don’t wake in the morning,

don’t rise in the night.

Don’t wake in the world,

don’t wake in the sky.

Don’t wake in the ‘morrow,

don’t make for the light.

Don’t make for the world

where the trees are alive.

Don’t rise to the clouds,

don’t uncover the lies.

Don’t wake anymore.

Don’t open your eyes.

Don’t see anything.

Sleep and be blind.

Do...

A daed flleow worte a book

ocne, in wcihh he rmoveed

his fcae and gvae his rdaeres

stmoeihng to csnodier—

(petty I know. Sorry.)😢

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I’m writing some random piece fyi.

\/ probably triggering idk. I’m sleepy. 16hour shift. Delirium≈inspiration atp

‘I perish’

I’m exhausted— but wide awake.

I’m falling apart— completely together.

I’m doing my best with my worst.

I’m picking up all our...

The angular buildings slash across

the sunless horizon.

It’s loud about the pale faces;

there is no sound.

All fall into a single file,

filling the scene with dreary grey

and order that isn’t order; but fear.

They’d never know it.

They’d never show it.

And the angular buildings slash

across the sunless horizon.

And fear slashes across

the orderly greyed faces....

The pointy hat man

aims his finger to the sky

and the flames pour

into the uproarious night.

“Muggles have a right to life!”

He leads the chant with all his might,

so they may see with equal sight.

The pack of struggling muggles smuggle their crudgels beyond the Guardmage,

and one whispers to the rest amid

the arcane unrest, “Tonight we take an eye for eyes.”

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No idea. Just messing around...

A man with the crooked tie held a crumbling teapot, pouring a round

of applause to the captive crowd as

the bulldozer made its way through

his china-shop-heart. They gave him a promotion as he turned to ash; they plastered his face onto every dying star — giving him pats on the back. Some with their hands, some with their eyes, and some with stilettos. Such shame has no place among the throne....

Just messing around with words. Dipping my feet into language. Been a bit since I wrote haha. Hope everyone is doing well! Sorry I’m not very active. Life is one big gut check right now. Go figure! 😉

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I’ll name his eyes

Dispondent,

his hands

Distraught.

His heart

disappeared for a moment.

The tears seldom shone

on his face.

His mouth sunk to his chin,

his eyes to his skull,

his sou...

TW: Poemization / Religious Themes / Very loose take on the prompt

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To barge my way out

of these bones,

the enlightenment

of severance

a world away in a single step

and a breaking breath

— I told you before…

I’m dying to get out of here.

I’ll come alive when they bury me,

I’ll break away from

this prison of skin and hair,

I’ll trace my way through

the nerves —

I won’t feel a thing,

and I...