Trashy Poetry!

Trash-puppy's Trashy Poetry :)

[trashpuppy31]

"It's God who owns the best in us."

But do you ever think about how just the mere question of being seen by other-worldly entity prompts such spirit in us? It prompts song, dance, hymn- It prompts notion, thought, rebellion Creation, annihilation, pensive pauses, war, famine, grime and muck

If the flourishes of heaven and the catastrophe of hell can all seep into this soil we sleep on, should we even imagine the place we'll land in after here? Or have our oldened bookcases finally slammed shut- plated in leather and gold leaf, accounts of petty wartime victories.

Isn't it bewildering how if god isn't real, then all this wasn't god, that was just us. The art wasn't god, that was just us. The calamity wasn't god, that was just us.

Doesn't that make you ponder: Did we, at some point, scare that other-worldly entity away? -- prompting him to abandon us in a cellar, with his other failed creations.

Or had he existed amongst us all along?

[trashpuppy31]

I lay in bed with French music playing in my ears. I think about if there is an audience watching me, if this were just the beginning of the play, had the orchestra picked up their bows and readied their wrists to begin score? would they have started crying at this point? would there be a cough in the audience in the silence of sentimental moments, triggering a quiet wave of snickers amongst some audience members?

But then the silence goes on for a bit too long, I haven't heard a sneeze or a cellphone, the curtains are up still, And I have the unfortunate revelation that this might not be my performance, at all. An anxiety rolls up the throat, about to cough out the heavy notion that I mightn't know a purpose; a moral; a plot. there mightn't be my orchestrated relief to the tragedy, or the set stage markings for a choreographed dance number.

The silence has gone on long enough, and I let out my cough, I stand out amongst the lack of sound, and the irony persists,

Maybe I had been the audience all along, forced to comply to whatever a showtune life had yet to give to me. I do not entertain this thought for long though, I fear it'll interrupt the play, break some fourth or fifth wall, I keep watching.

(my first time writing guys, provide feedback and please be nice!! ^^)