There Seems To Be A Universal Understanding
there seems to be a universal understanding
of the fact that no good life was a good story
good lifes make good examples and I make
poetry and bonfire stories that can't go unheard
and I am glad for all the harm that was done
to me and only to me, for maybe it was better
to make my life worse and my poems relatable
noone reads poetry when they're alright, and
more so noone ever writes poetry when happy
maybe the stars aligned in this way for every poet
maybe god made us with a bigger purpose, than
any mortal happiness, made us for eternal things
written in ink and lived through in our own blood
- zero (me)
[ I finished writing my poetry book and I just know I will hate all of them in a year or two. I am never proud of my poetry. my mind is a burn book ]
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godless children in your churches!
and an atheist f*ggot is teaching them about life!
they are both so dirty and unworthy!
the priest asks for kids who wanna say a prayer
say it loud and proud for the whole church
in front of a microphone for all to see
a dozen little hands shoot up immediately in your eye sight
all of those tiny tired eyes sparkle with hope and faith
for they are still to learn that not even god loves them
the priest does not choose any of the precious children with tired eyes
he chooses a few ones that are dressed appropriately
for church and for the weather
for their age and current fashion trends
a boy who almost never talks drops his head and murmurs
"he's never chosen me yet"
oh is this boy to learn that it takes more than luck to be chosen!
an atheist is asked where god sleeps at night
the answer is far away, just in case
we were to riot at night and he'd have to take blame
an atheist is asked how do we get to heaven?
the answer is, how would I know
god has stated he hates people who love like me
my mother would tell you we get there beautiful and perfect
and I don't believe in your fairytale god
but I believe there's no more ways a child full of hope can be beautiful
but if there's a heaven
if there's a god listening
let death be kinder to these children.
let there be heaven, even if just for them.
let there be warm clothes and shoes without holes
let there be a death, kinder than men
let death be kinder than priests, who can only complain
how unraised they are,
as if we didn't know before
let death take their hands gently and not leave any scabs
let heaven be a place for a better start
• "kids tend to ask hard questions" - zero (me)
how am I to write of things so beautiful by themselves
there are yellows lights outside and blue fluorescent lights
there was a man on the bus who was so obviously an addict
he's found a teenager's phone by his seat and told his every move to a woman he didn't know for
"he's had too many problems already to steal anything really"
there are yellow nights of laughter and blue strangers who weep in churches
there is a part time job of mine at a flower shop
and I can't explain how throwing out stem cuttings makes me the happiest I've been all week
the world's poetry writes itself and I feel useless in my craftsmanship
"poetry in breathing" - zero (me)
the universe is screaming in my face
I stand under a clear sky and beg
beg it to let me feel at home
I get awoken at night to look to the sky
and see constellations I cannot read
the universe is screaming in my face
but numbers and stars aren't my language
and I was taught there's only one god
- zero (me)
(I've been slacking in posting poems because I'm working on a project that needs me to write poems in my native language, and those don't do well on Tumblr. not that anyone missed them)
some time ago already, a month maybe
a cold night and a blue apartment
just the kitchen lit up and just me inside
the buzz of the microwave
and the holler of the wind
and the shake of my hand
and the poorly executed confession
"it's not back, not really. it's just
my brain is a scumbag and it just
wants me to go down, and i just
can't tell it to shut up every time,
you know"
and you didn't before
but you tried your best in the moment
you told me you will be there always
and I appreciated it, like no other
I swear I did
and you told me
"please call me if this ever gets worse"
no idea why, it came back like a curse
you still don't know, noone does, actually
I'll tell you the truth only when you ask for it
because you don't need this in your life
on another cold night, in a lit up apartment
I'm telling you goodnight, far too early
• "tonight I'm going to sleep hungry" - zero [me]
apparently I have 100 likes on this account, which is not exactly a lot considering how many things I posted but I'm still happy about it [:
there's a bitter aftertaste for every word I swallow
there's a pit in my stomach but it turns at the sight of food
there's an imagine imbedded in my brain that won't go away
there's a fly in my room and I'm afraid it's after my rot
I haven't slept well since the last time I saw you
- getting worse - zero (me)