Dying For My Own Sins

My name is Hysteria - They/She - 19 Poetry and art using religious themes and symbolism that aren’t praising said religion <3

[hysterical-ends]

Hhhhhhhhh, poetry about anchors, please, I need it in my veins, I can foresee the symbolism but I don’t know if I’d be able to capture the feeling I’d need from it, help

[thoughtkick]

“And even if we never talk again, please remember that I’m forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me.”

— Chasing Amy

[hysterical-ends]

Always. It will stay with me.

[mournfulroses]

Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen 

[askyea-poesy]

And that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. With bullet holes in her lungs, and knife marks etched in her back. She never let anything get in her way, resilient. A fighter, not by choice, but a warrior at heart.

Kiana Azizian

[ra3kiv]

sea, swallow me

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places

[hausofd3ath]

[akashicrecord]

hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving

[boghermit]

In 2025 you have to fag it up as much as possible. Goth it up also. Godspeed. Gothspeed, even.

[thestarsarefallingtonight]

they told me hell was fire, but they didn’t tell me it was cold. they didn’t tell me it was quiet, that the air would press against my skin like a lover’s hand turned cruel.

i claw at the walls, but there is no way out. no ladder for the fallen, no hand reaching through the smoke. the door slammed shut the moment i whispered a prayer with no answer. the moment i looked at heaven and saw only an empty throne.

there is no screaming here, just the sound of breath slowing, of souls sinking. the weight of knowing this is it. this is forever. and god is not coming.

[fagdinner]

shoutout to my homies who are deeply bizarre and have something wrong with them

[kosmogrl]

they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day

[five-gals]

That one post about having to stop yourself from consuming certain media cuz you know it's gonna consume you whole is so me but with catholicism

[astralechoessoul]

if there is hell

on this earth

i have lived it

if there is a god

he will beg for

my forgiveness

with red stained

fingertips and the sky

as my witness

i wear the burden

of knowing sin

and the guilt is

my penance

[th3lastdaysofnight]

maybe god is the smoldering end of a cigarette, burning quickly and temporarily, dropping ashes on your knees.

or maybe god is in the rainfall after a drought. kind, quiet relief.

she's the empty space between lovers as they catch their breath, one atop another, chests moving in sync.

god is in a nissan altima filled with smoke and laughter.

she is sound reverberating in an amphitheater, able to be heard from the parking lot.

she is whispered conversation and stolen glances.

god is in the first few moments after waking up in someone else's arms, bodies melting together in sickly warmth.

she is the 3am skyline, blurred and bright.

maybe holiness is not a state of being reserved for the rich and old but rather the default.

maybe god is us, and we are god, and she is everywhere and everything.

[hulk-janitor]

My contribution to the My Favorite Ship Dynamic trend.