Tell me about your day

[evanescentincinerator]

He made them perfect, painted like a masterpiece

Decorated faces, bodies, hands, and feet.

He made them joyous; They’d laugh as soon as speak.

Oftentimes they will tell the same joke for weeks.

He made them fearless; Its said they feel no pain.

They dance on the battlefield making bloody rain.

Did he make them gentle? Did he give them empathy?

If this is his perfection what must my god think of me.

[evanescentincinerator]

The path is broken, its waystones cracked.

My burdens grow heavy on my back.

The light gets dimmer, though never falters;

For thousands of footfalls of the sons and daughters

Bent the world with their ceaseless thunder.

Driven by fear and a bottomless hunger.

Great clouds of dust now hang the sky

Choking the light and blinding our eyes.

When broken by the wheel, in turn

they broke from the arts they learned.

[smakkabagms]

what has been written           turns over blue-bellied      writhing what has been spoken           burns away seamist              abyssal

[evanescentincinerator]

Prophets living on the street tell me lies to gain my favor.

I smile, but see the future too, and soon we will be neighbors.

We'll have time to reminisce about the days of saviors later.

Its not a gift of twenty dollars and a blessing, its a favor.

[evanescentincinerator]

Is it greed to want a piece of the divine?

A shard of perfection, I can call all mine.

Corrrect in every measure, beloved for their humble wit,

treasured by everyone, someone you cant forget.

To have and hold, or be, and breathe in easy, is All I want.

I can see it in the sea of dreams as if this reality were insignificant.

[evanescentincinerator]

Flesh stretched to the precipice of rending,

Red tests the edges in anticipation of the ending.

Tendons tremble as the sea of skin begs for surrender.

Blue bruises easily bloom and then grow tender.

Like flower petals wilting and dropping off entire,

Or dry grass curling at the slightest brush of fire.

[evanescentincinerator]

Goodness gracious, mercy me.

End my suffering and misery.

Free my body from endless toil.

Let the earth embrace me with soil.

Release my soul, pardon my sins.

If there’s another world please let me in.

[evanescentincinerator]

Death, the threshhold

Less a doorway, just more of the earth.

Still, more like stepping through a portal than true rebirth.

So invested with the essence of life that when it leaves,

It’s like all the lights turning off, a shock like cold water, or a reprieve.

The ache of heartbreak falls away, but the pains of failing remain.

You cant even take your precious memories only the lessons are retained.

[evanescentincinerator]

There lies a Spring of shining light behind the giants shrine

An opulent edifice, divine, and in every mind.

A noospheric ruin of terminals and intersections,

An infinite gallery of human imperfections

Most floors are crowded though their visitors are always leaving

But more arrive every minute, there are so many dreaming beings

The sea of souls is bleeding into the edifice of metaphysics

The wall around the human unconscious is the myth of civics

[evanescentincinerator]

If i could write with knives, I’d send a blood letter.

Inside I’d like to display a specific feeling forever

I’d pour my heart onto the page literally if it would

Make my vision any clearer I’d die for it, if I could.

Justify the worth of forty more imperfect years.

All that time trying might be my greatest fear.

[evanescentincinerator]

In the summer i will carve small gods from wood.

So, when my bed is made and fall ends;

I can sleep through the winter like before I never could.

My garden guarded by my artificial friends.

[evanescentincinerator]

Blessed be the feet that walk the path of faith while honest.

Rarely speaking praise merely seeking god upon it.

Perilous as any road, paved by few and thankless treads.

Lined by pious travelers encouraging yet dead.

Thorns threaten every moment; But every movement counts;

The trial must be completed in exactly the right amount.

[evanescentincinerator]

Piles of used needles, scrap, and glass stretch for miles.

Corvid corpses and the coward dead mix in their biles.

Weeping wounds smeared by fleeing thinking beings,

Feeling every centimeter, slowly eaten alive while screaming.

Crows mock the dead with their raucous crys of glee.

Only to bleed while feasting and merely add to the misery.

[evanescentincinerator]

A slate grey shell safely hides a spark within.

Any glint of golden light revealed is quickly hidden.

Like looking through a dark lake in a dark cave on a dark day.

Heaven itself could lay inside, but who could say.

Mostly an automaton going through the motions, miserably,

But i was nearly blinded the one time he smiled at me.

[achillesinhighheels]

[hangsawoman]

thinking about shirley jackson’s cats and how they would whisper poems to her which she would repeat out loud beautiful beautiful woman

[maryblackwood]

<3

[rederiswrites]

History will remember you today, Minnesota. Well done.

[leebrontide]

IN NEGATIVE TWENTY DEGREES!!!!!

Please spread this around. Don't let ANYONE lie and say my community is anything but ASTONISHINGLY UNITED in rejection of ICE's behavior. This crosses generations, race lines, party lines, class lines. THAT is how bad ICE is. THAT is how bad we want them gone.

THAT is how loudly we are DEMANDING they leave!

Do you understand what a crowd like this means in a small city like Minneapolis??? In weather that hurts to breathe???

Can you imagine what that takes?

[ralfmaximus]

Bigger turnout than his inauguration!