Answering Unasked Questions

Overanalysis of everything from children's comics to adult novels

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A church is

a pitch-black nightfor the star to shine the continuing echoof a tune sung long ago criss-crossed trackswalking the same path

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Mold

“I hate frauds. I hate people who aren’t comfortable with themselves.” -Tyler, the Creator Living is difficult; it’s hard to be So, spineless, I ooze like Oobleck Filling every crevice and cranny And people pounded me into shape The mold is comfort, a place with no conflict Being molded is easy, just set and freeze I amuse the crowd with my jiggling dance When they poke and jeer, it’s not…

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Who Am I?

Do I have to know just yet? That’s a multiple-choice question And I need all the words I can get I can list traits, but those don’t mention My history, perspective, or any values That I can explain with time restrictions Because that’s only a hint of the real you It’s hard to understand me without real study So how to explain with only a minute or two? The second hand moves toward the…

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Angst

Threads unraveling, My mind frays, stressed taut by thoughts— It snaps suddenly

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Cycles

Stars slowly fade in the inky black sky, Flames blazing orange and red on the horizon. They brighten the dark, eclipsing the moon’s light. Burning gold, the sun sets fire to a new day. Green hills are drenched in a honey hue. The sun’s red embers glow, cooling. Its soft shine diffuses through pink clouds, And the sky is blanketed in night again Some things repeat, but never truly grow old

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Yield

My branches shade the sky, a reprieve in harsh sunlight Roots writhe and slither in the loamy soil, grasping the earth Rings upon rings etch time into my very core, marking every hurt And bark armors my trunk, furrowed by good and ill times Despite my thick limbs, hanging heavy with age, And a full head of leaves that only grow higher, I know that when rain falls and the sky strikes with…

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The Gardeners

The woman streaks her face with blood as she wipes away her tears. She picks and pulls at the scratchy wool covering her baby soft flesh, but the man (her husband, but the word sounded strange) jerks her along. They can’t pause for even a second. Plush green grass dries into prickly thorns the further they go. The flaming sword’s heat scalds their back as they make their final exit, their shame…

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I seek

I seek God my Refuge when fleeing Satan the outcast.* Joking with friends, I eye the person on the periphery. I move closer into the crowd’s center. I seek God my Strength when tempted by Satan the weak. Her sagging face, heavy with disappointment, falls when I burden her with “It’s not that deep”. I seek God the Beautiful, turning away from Satan the awful. The body is whipped, broken, the…

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Romans 12:2

I grope blindly at the next slick handhold, resisting. Doubt calls like a siren. I shouldn’t, but I look behind me At the waves churning with mistakes, a blood red sea. Pebbles cascade down. I hang between sea and summit, vacillating The mountain chooses for me. I stretch upward But tumble down into the air as the rocks quake. I freefall, soar- the choice is no longer mine to make Even if…

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Celebrate!

I had my penultimate counseling session in January. It would have been my last, but I insisted we needed to do more to celebrate. “Where’s the confetti? The cake?” I said in faux outrage. Smiling, I set an appointment for next month (February 2nd at 2 pm) and waved goodbye. Three years ago, this joy would have seemed impossible, even inauthentic. But through prayer, counseling, and healthy…

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Anxiety

Bracing tight and preparing for a crash, Has never stopped me from breaking on impact. People blur past the driver’s window as I’m battered by wind gusts, Inky smoke darkens the sky; I have no options left to exhaust. Finger by finger, I release the steering wheel Rubber’s acrid smell burns my nose as tires squeal, Gritty dust obscures the windshield, but I don’t have to see Like always,…

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Still Waters

Only in the still water can I see my reflection So I toss in stones and the ripples destroy The image of a soul scarred by rejection. Stones skip and stir the brook’s babbling. The gurgling stream builds in volume and speed Until even thought is drowned in turbulent rushing. Deep calls unto deep- the flood overtakes me. All I can hear are the rapids crashing over land I sink into the din…

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Honey

To find a new truth is sweeter than sugar. Going from source to source, I gather goods, Like a bee buzzing in search of nectar But this search can bring the bitter sting Of heartache, loss and grief; all the sorrow life can bring. But knowledge, like honey, can cure With a gleaming, golden touch I gingerly apply wisdom Rubbing the wound with a gentle brush And bring comfort from what…

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Ashes, Ashes

Ashes descend on the land like black rain And the field is haunted by ghostly smoke The heat of more angry words sears my lungs As burnt grain crusts my calloused sole Ashes drift away from the fire I made In spite, I snarked with a nasty joke A little spark, and a whole blaze sprung In this lonely silence, my self-made hell is cold Ashes mark my forehead I lower my face, shocked by this…

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Intellectual Diet

The Opposing Viewpoints book series was the first healthy dose of reality in my book diet. Sure, I’d read nonfiction books in class and enjoyed historical fiction, but I was a straight fantasy addict. If I could inhale the pages of the lengthy tomes I read, I would have crushed them up in an instant. Those books showed me visions of a world with powerful characters, passionate relationships, and…

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Validation

The depths of the well hides salivating lips and leering eyes, Yet I pull up my bucket, hoping That some clear water will finally be inside But the bucket has nothing I lick sweat off my lip and choke back tears My regular saltwater drink I lean over the well’s opening, still bereft Those greedy eyes are open wide, wanting more As blinding white teeth tear flesh into shreds I stagger…