Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
My whole life, I've been told Lying is a sin to God But He can see right through your soul Something you cannot control
So why should I not lie When what happens once I die Is He judges and proclaims Who will burn in Hell's flames
And the Judgement he gives out Is fair and just, that I don't doubt But anything I've left unsaid Be it bad, or harsh, or well Before Him all will spread And I'll have nothing left to mell
So, if He sees all that untold All restrained lies now unfold Will it matter I kept it in That I caged it all within?
Pastors answer me with no Parents claim they do not know Friends toy around the issue Strangers often hand me a tissue
Wiping the shame right off my face I adopt an even pace Trying hard to hide the truth Of mistakes in my long lost youth Made in spontaneous reaction Once I felt my first attraction
She was like the sun's first rays And as if I was blind for days She enlightened me a path And that's when I met Cath
Short for Catherine, her name Sounded too holy for this plane She blessed my days with light and grace She took me in her sweet embrace
And that is when the lying started As I answered when prompted That we were only ever friends And that's as long as our relationship extends.
But Cath was tired of lying And one day, when she was crying She drew a line between us two She flew away for someplace new
I lost her
I lost myself
I lost my faith
I lost my light
I lost my truth
I lost my lies
I lost myself within my lies And I lost her within my truth
But how could I hold onto all When my body's so small All the feelings, thoughts contained Day by day all that I reined Would sometime all combust And that would've been the worst
But that day had come It was gone and left me numb To the feelings of regret That I blunted with a cigarette And now I lay awake at night Trying to discern what is right And I come to the same conclusion That only births in me confusion
Why did I hurt the one I love How could I hunt down a dove Why hide such a common action As the one that's called attraction Beneath a veil of lies That God himself despises?
after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)
Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.
Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,
Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.
Chiseled hands over carved wood,
Sinew-plucked strings.
They would never draw blood.
Winter is a minimalist,
Warmed by our roseate love,
Thawed anew.
what is a crush?
it is searching for your initial on those
"interact to claim" posts
it is thinking of your name
every time someone mentions a crush
it is looking at you
just to look
i cant help it that you're pretty
it is making you laugh and then
saying more things to make you laugh more
amid the ache in my stomach knowing
you dont feel the same way
it is promising myself
that i wouldnt write poetry about you
but here i am
with a poem
it is the ocean going out
so slowly that you dont realize
until you are standing
and a wave looms large
and you cannot help
but be swallowed
by the sea
disappointment
when my phone buzzes
and it is his name
and not hers
i'm not going to let myself
have a new crush
not this soon
not on her
i'm not going to let myself
like a girl so painfully straight
and break my streak
of not liking girls who could never
like me
but what happens
when i catch myself thinking of her
or looking for her
or lighting up, briefly,
at her name on my phone
when she's creeping up on me
like the first sign of spring
six more weeks of winter
i can't go any more days without her
but i promised
no more girls
not right now
definitely not her
shut up, heart