Grace In All Forms

Random rambles on how I love Jesus. Mixed with the disquieted words of my head.

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The collage I've been working on is almost done.

I decided to lay the photo that I found the lady in, it's kind of interesting! I'll post the final soon! I'm excited to move on to a new project. I've so much fun with this one.

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I found these at an antique shop in Port Townsend, Magpie Alley. There are so many to choose from, and every emotion you could ever need for telling a story with your scissors and glue!

I grabbed 8 at $1 each! So fun!

They also had old play boys for $10. Debating on if I should cut it up tho. First trans person featured in the magazine.

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Shut up.

You're a fuckwad

With your heat pump

The noise it makes

Rattles my bones

Makes me hate my sacred place.

Humming at this audacity

No grones like normal affairs

Ziiiiiiiiiggggggg humMMMMM

Fuck you.

Shut up.

Where is my grace

Caught in my ears

My want for, fucking, peace

Nature

Starlight

And the hum of this, incessant, self pleasing, machine.

[thelemming]

In the works

As with Sisyphus it repeats on a loop,

Not a persuit, but an act of grasping,

Followed by weary eves on guard,

As a sentinel against my will,

For the calluses get no rest,

But is the rest deserved?

Is it existence that brings what should?

Or is repentance the norm?

While relief must be attained through strife.

Is there another path to solace?

The universe laughs at the prospect.

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So

So, I was in love with you.

Still won't describe the moon

A pause

A moment of loss strength

I've deposed my mind

I've visualized on rewind

[lifeinpoetry]

Look, we are not unspectacular things.     We’ve come this far, survived this much. What

would happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?

What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, No.       No, to the rising tides.

— Ada Limón, from “Dead Stars,” published in The Cortland Review

[evenwhenifall]

Handwriting

Hurriedly scrawled on too many pages

And on too many notebooks

Because I always forget the last place I saw them,

But never the last place I saw you , walking away

Daring me to chase you one last time

Your hips beckoning, promising you will be worth the wait

Pieces of me strewn about collecting dust

It doesn’t make sense until it does

It’s a half a language no one speaks

It dies with me

But if I can learn a little bit from the words that pour from your mouth

Inbetween ragged breaths and biting those beautiful lips

We could make a new language and I know we know nothing about how languages are made

But of all the crazy ways we make things in this world

I can’t imagine a mistake I regret out of love

Plenty of mistakes none worth regretting

Like putting On Glasses for the first time

And the world jumping into hd

That’s what kissing your mouth

And breathing your words into me feels like

Feels like a home to come home to

[poemsnotpromises]

Aged to perfection.

These days

the seasons pass

so quickly- one

minute I am in

bloom, the next

I’m watching you,

—–

the distance

you’ve wedged between

us an iceberg

as you shed

your leaves in

earthy shades of

green, of

yellow and orange,

crunchy brown and

red. I want you

to know I grow

stronger

—–

with every second

we are apart,

with every minute

I count down

to the hour

I’ll kiss the problems

you left me with

—–

goodbye,

so long,

farewell

to you,

to us.

[whistling-dixon]

String

Depression is the cobwebs

a testimony to you’re settling

The cobwebs are your anxieties

Often hard to spot alone, but easily in mass

Anxiety is the little men

Tying down the giant with thread

The little men are not so small

After all

It is the small things in life, they say.

…

“That make me stay awake”

[mercymiku]

Refresh:

My thoughts bathe in you.

They want to steal your scent.

They seek to drown out the old,

replace it with fresher intent:

to consume each lung of air

you breath into the space between us:

to gently abraise your molecules

and make them part of me is a must:

to run my fingers through your hair

and wipe my thoughts with the sound you make:

to kiss you while you’re unaware:

whatever you have I want to take.

And moreso now than I did before;

rejection makes me want to rewind.

I want all the things I didn’t get before:

all the things I had to leave behind.

~I don’t ask for much. Just you.

[smspoetry]

“i drink until i’m seeing double but it only shows me how lonely i am twice.”

— smspoetry

[bipolarwritings]

I imagine mountain ranges and forests painting a sun dipped world

I imagine deer drinking from a trout filled stream

And wildflowers splattered on the grass like a child’s finger painting

I imagine being stroked by a humid breeze

And kissed by summer rain

I imagine anywhere

Anywhere but here.

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I delete

Before I send

Write the words 100 times in my head.

Re-loop

Or strategize

Lay out and anthropology

My waste of breath

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It's fucking September?

[poetbitesback]

I wonder what the heavens were thinking when they made a girl like that so bright so fierce and holy and hot  but not in the way you want her to be, she slides like lava down my throat  all burning as she goes-  I’ll never be able to taste another. she never wants me to taste another.  a girl all consuming, blinding like starlight up close and in person. tell me what you think choking on starlight means? because I’d tell you it is lovely  and you would tell me I’m wrong  in more ways than one.

- how I swallowed her down || O.L.

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Time goes by far too fast

For it to ever be kept in place

Snap of a lens

Stopped with an eye.

Held in zeros and ones

Transferred to paper

Nailed to walls

For the unshared:

put in stacks

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I will be okay, not now, but I will

I’m sorry… …for telling you about my day even though you don’t ask …for telling you about my problems …for not looking after myself better …for making you worry …for wanting you to pay attention to me …that I’m like this

I hate… …how I still want you …how you tell me it’s okay …how I can’t look away whenever you smile …how I can delete everything but our pictures …how I still cry even though I tell you I don’t …how I can’t tell you …how there’s still so much I want to say …how you moved on so fast …how you’ve moved on …how you’re fine …that it was my decision.