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I wrapped an aureole round my head,
so contrived to receive absolution,
and I threw myself down on my hands and knees,
so self-abasing, ad nauseum,
playing puritanical, acting vestal,
how abhorring, ad infinitum.
I did not acquiesce, I
believed.
I believed those apocryphal dogmas,
these non-empirical maxims,
these obsolete axioms.
And then I picked up my feet,
and
then
I
ran.
Consider this nullibiety; I don't know where I shall stand at the end of the day.
Consider this malfeasance; I left behind everything I once knew that day.
Consider this nonage; my actions are mutable to this day.
All I'm certain of is heretofore, I've never felt this close to the seventh heaven.
so contrived to receive absolution,
and I threw myself down on my hands and knees,
so self-abasing, ad nauseum,
playing puritanical, acting vestal,
how abhorring, ad infinitum.
I did not acquiesce, I
believed.
I believed those apocryphal dogmas,
these non-empirical maxims,
these obsolete axioms.
And then I picked up my feet,
and
then
I
ran.
Consider this nullibiety; I don't know where I shall stand at the end of the day.
Consider this malfeasance; I left behind everything I once knew that day.
Consider this nonage; my actions are mutable to this day.
All I'm certain of is heretofore, I've never felt this close to the seventh heaven.
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Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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The meaning to this poem may be discreet, so I'll just tell you the general idea. It is about a person who comes to reject the religion they had once believed in and "runs" from its binds.
***DISCLAIMER***
This poem, although is written in first person, doesn't refer to myself. It was based completely on a book I read in the past ("Burned" by Ellen Hopkins) and a bit on comedian Bo Burnham's views on religion. These ideas were corroborated into one narrative, as one completely separate, fictitious perspective. This is not my story, nor my own views, just a take on someone else's. In short, please don't get mad at me if anything comes off as offensive.
full title - apostasty: the abandonment of religious belief, or a 10-minute lesson in impressive-sounding vocabulary.
A bit of a departure from what I usually write, but hey, whatever. Religion is not an active force in my life, but it is always there nevertheless, so I was going to write about it eventually. Tell me what you think of it.
Enjoy!
***DISCLAIMER***
This poem, although is written in first person, doesn't refer to myself. It was based completely on a book I read in the past ("Burned" by Ellen Hopkins) and a bit on comedian Bo Burnham's views on religion. These ideas were corroborated into one narrative, as one completely separate, fictitious perspective. This is not my story, nor my own views, just a take on someone else's. In short, please don't get mad at me if anything comes off as offensive.
full title - apostasty: the abandonment of religious belief, or a 10-minute lesson in impressive-sounding vocabulary.
A bit of a departure from what I usually write, but hey, whatever. Religion is not an active force in my life, but it is always there nevertheless, so I was going to write about it eventually. Tell me what you think of it.
Enjoy!
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i love the impact of your vocabulary! beautiful!