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.
i have been in hell for a thousand years, a chiliad of misfortunes, of repentment, one minute for every sin that has been placed on my back, weighing leaden like the world.
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.