luckyphantom

[luckyphantom]

Blinking Star

Oh blinking star why do you blink for me

Why am I so special I deserve to see

You flicker in and out like no other

The night sky filled with your static brothers

A star for me and no one else

I’m closer to you now let me uncover

the truth behind you and I

Oh, It’s a cell tower

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I told a boy in the dugout That I did not believe in God. He moved away from me, As if it were catching.

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the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING

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Servant, Priest, Oracle.

I hear the echos of your glory in my skin. Shivers wrack my bones with each crescendo.

An old feeling of being here before.

Deja Visite.

Head bowed and eyes downcast as the voices rise.

Mountains praise each step, wind silent for your tongue.

Muscles twitch in anticipation and anxiety.

Moving without thought, singing an unknown song.

Veins flowing with holy starlight.

Hands clasped in reverence.

Remembrance.

A memory of which I did not have flowing in my soul.

Each note crashing like storm and sea. Hymns whispered and hearths warm.

Knelt under your command.

Praise you, please you, protect you.

This is all I’ll ever be.

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The Eyes of God, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence

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lowkey actually rly proud of this one idk

TW: Vent , Suggested Suicide

Depiction of a Child of God

the shotgun on the floor ,

stained with gore

still smoking like a cigarette put out on flesh.

the shard of skull flung across the room,

a stained glass church window

marred by a stone.

the wall smeared with blood,

the paint used to show

the blood of Jesus crucified.

the mother screaming in pain,

as mary hears of her son’s demise.

the face mangled

dripping to the floor

as strings of me

stick to the ground.

as the divine hand

pushes me down

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when i was sixteen a girl told me

that if i threw away gods gift

he would treat my soul as a flea’s

and condemn me to suffer.

like a parent throwing a fit

that their child doesn’t cherish,

the bare that they gave.

what a fool

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TW: Vent , Suggested Suicide

Depiction of a Child of God

the shotgun on the floor ,

stained with gore

still smoking like a cigarette put out on flesh.

the shard of skull flung across the room,

a stained glass church window

marred by a stone.

the wall smeared with blood,

the paint used to show

the blood of Jesus crucified.

the mother screaming in pain,

as mary hears of her son’s demise.

the face mangled

dripping to the floor

as strings of me

stick to the ground.

as the divine hand

pushes me down

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eyes shut, the image of you and i, dancing, in a sea of people, but all i see is you, you, standing before me, a lighthouse, effervescent in the night, wearing those light up headphones and a grin that i immediately feel striking me down at my core, a lightning bolt of adoration consuming me as you place your hands on my hips and swing yours to the beat of the song, i swing, too, in cadence with you and there is nothing that could touch me now, nothing but you and your softness, the glow you’re emitting washes over me and i am unmistakably happy as i grab your hands and lace your fingers through mine, my eyes trying desperately to tell you a secret that i am not sure even i know yet.

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real and true

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my uncle killed my father and married with my mother and now i must *remembers that suicide jokes do nothing for my mental health and wellbeing* put on a play

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why

do you want me

for my body,

or because i give it-

without question

do you want me for my words-

or, for what speaks them

why

do i give it to you,

for the love you give?

the rush of you?

for my own worth?

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Resentment.

@mothercain

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hamlet (1623) - william shakespeare

"polonius, behind the arras: o i am slaying!"

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Nihilistic

i hold envy for those

who do not have nihilism in their bones

who wake up in the morning

wearing a smile

that does not wash off at night.

Who go about the day

with blissful optimism towards all they see

and are not plagued by thoughts

of death and hurt and despair

i am a jealous, hateful, and bitter man

and if god saw me he would

surely curse me for my ungrateful stance

that i could not go through my life

without only noticing the strife