feathers pt. i
today i plucked one of my feathers out, three thousand to go. one by one, each darker than the last.
today i plucked one of my feathers out, three thousand to go. one by one, each darker than the last.
general poetry tag: #poetry
ramblings or hard to understand things: #philosophical dreams that i've had: #dreams odes to things i love: #odes things that don't really fit into a category: #other things related to my experiences: #me
constellate is a project based on a story about falling in love quickly and having to deal with it. it contains several songs or spoken word poems: #constellate
angelic and postangelic are on-going projects based on religious experiences surrounding my spiritual feelings and understanding of the self: #angelic #postangelic
postharm is a new on-going project about falling out of love and getting back up again, with more spoken word thrown into the mix: #postharm
Father, I have sinned again I have felt the urges and I have been feeling them for as long as I've inhabited heaven.
and as you are, i stand north of your bed. i lay my halo over you just so you can keep warm from the cold world that surrounds you. i lay my wings over you so i can protect you from the harm that the wrongdoers are inflicting upon you. i keep my eyes on you so that nobody else will touch you ever again, because nobody will.
know God had something in mind for me, because He gave me a name, but didn't tell me yet.
Blessed are they who preach of a forgiving God, for He has not punished them.
It is raining again.
But the rain is always welcome in this forest. It freshens the air, keeps the cycle going.
Have you ever felt different? Have you ever felt broken? Have you ever felt like you did not belong? But on a whole new level.
It has happened again.
I am sitting on a throne of white marble, ornamented with shining gold. Every corner of the memory is bathed in a clear, powerful white light that engulfs everything to the point that it is almost blinding.