#poems about saints

[trickstersaint]

there's this feeling i get that i can't describe // january 16 2023

[shrimpricebowl]

brrrrboard

[arcanespillo]

The sheep or the horse, numb as the moon, need God to be sung unto them. The dog needs it too. He is sick of dead bodies.

The Saints Come Marching In, Anne Sexton\Dream a Little Dream of Me script\How to Be a Dog, Andrew Kane\Angel of Hope and Calendars, Anne Sexton

[ace-and-ink]

the collar and leash

ties me to you

because you insist that blood never could

orphaned war hound puppy on the side of the road

father’s eyes

mother’s teeth

makes some sort of savage out of me

with a mouth full of blood

they pin me the monster

and knowing nothing else

i tell them they’re right

hands over my mouth

loose fangs in their palms

poise nicely

sit pretty

legs crossed and hands folded

take the food gently like a good little beast

for i am a dangerous thing

or so i’ve spent my life being told

- and who can trust the words

that roll off the tongue of a creature

so i nod and say the same -

so i must be tame and go only where i’m lead

and keep my head down

as there’s little difference between

smiling and baring my teeth

— the nature of predators

[godsopenwound]

Judith Ortíz Cofer, “Quinceañera” from Silent Dancing: A Partial Remembrance of a Puerto Rican Childhood

[thatone-churro]

chat am i writing love poetry yet

[unitedstates0fdakota]

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are actually my OCs and I wrote a play about them conducting an interview for a 5th member of their crew. Also archangel Uriel is my OC and he’s a transmasc poet. Hyperfixating on the Bible has done wonders for my writing at the cost of making everyone think I’m either super religious or crazy (or both)

[my-friends-fan]

the saint electric

how young were you? when they took you to the alter to cleanse

how did you feel? as they marked their sigils on your body with hot coals and scorched your humanity

did you choose it? when a saint was needed for your god, to power their needy grids and crossed beams, to fuel a city that was already hallowed with fire, and greedily wanted to conduct more sanctity through its bloodline.

and after you were sanctified,

after the wires ate through your humanity,

after the electrons of your matter surged through their cities and fed their machines

after they forgot the god you were unmade for

and the name you lost before you were a god,

did you remember the fireflies in your father's garden? did you recognize the thunder which scared you so and turned you a huddled mess under bedsheet and blanket now surged through you and into everything that is you?

i hope you forgot

i hope you were loved

i hope you aren't missed

this was a poem about the saint electric from the horror audio drama @thesiltverses i hope you listen to it, i love you.

[madamescarlette]

😴😴

[lohstandfound]

⭐️

oh oh oh okay. there's so many i want to talk about

okay. first off, i want to talk about rolling. lucas has always been such an interesting character to me in bare. like. 'hey, i got the goods. i don't wanna take care of you all night so we're going to go over drug safety 101 again, okay?', claims he's not going to babysit his friends but goes to take care of ivy, he's the school drug dealer but the sin he confesses to is extra nyquil.

he goes up to jason, holding the very thing jason will use to overdose. he says 'you know we're still cool, right?'. he's not sure the best way to say it but he tries to tell his best/close friend that it's okay, you've still got me

how do you think he felt to find out he supplied jason with the thing he used to kill himself. and it's not like jason didn't know how much would be lethal.

anyway, i think about lucas a lot

i decided michael would be the better person to take that sort of role in the bapo au. it makes sense, honestly. but it just makes the story a little more tragic.

michael is gay, jenna is the only one who knows. michael is probably just as terrified as rich and jake are about coming out in the environment they have spent most of their life in.

unsure whether saint cecelia's was supposed to be just a high school or not. my catholic school went from year 7 - 13. which is probably middle school to high school. there's another school in my town that is year 1 - 13 (so i guess elementary to high school). either way it's highly likely that they went to a catholic primary school. a catholic education system is all they're familiar with

ample time for them to have it drilled into them gay = bad.

if michael just paid a little bit more attention to jake and rich, maybe he would have noticed they were a lot closer than just best bros. maybe he would have noticed that when jake and rich had their falling out, rich was a lot more upset for it being a best friend fight. if michael paid a little more attention, maybe he would have noticed. if michael paid a little more attention, he could have told them that they weren't the only ones.

the 'you know we're still cool, right?' is a lot more loaded when it comes from michael knowing that his close friend is just like him. and michael knows what it's like to feel so alone with such a heavy secret. there were so many things that michael to say to offer some sort of support, he could have told them. but 'you know we're still cool, right?' was the best he could come up with. and that wasn't enough.

anyway. onto the fic itself. the bapo fic doesnt really focus on anyone else during the rave. makes sense since it is mostly focused on rich and jake. but i wanted to explore a little more on michael and his relationship with his faith and his sexuality, which is something he struggles with. his parents didn't take it well, he cannot tell his friends, jenna is the only one who knows, and sneaking out of the school grounds is the only time he can shed that persona of who he has to be to make it through school.

he's another opposite to jake in that sense. because even though they're far away from the prying eyes of their classmates and teachers, and many of their friends are too high to even pay any attention, Jake still takes Rich outside to kiss him. Whereas Michael finds a guy to spend the night with until he notices brooke's panic when chloe suddenly isn't doing too well.

this is a statement that goes for the bare characters too, but all of them are under so much pressure to live up to the expectations set for them by the catholic church. even when they think they've got an escape away from the church figures always watching them, they're not alone. which is something michael thinks about

he's struggling a lot with the relationship of his faith and sexuality, which i imagine would lead to some doubts in his faith at some point.

it's complicated

(and i get it)

(also i need to note that the choice of 'sebastian' being michael's confirmation name was in reference to st sebastian being referred to as the patron saint of the gays putting it simply. and that is definitely why michael chose sebastian. i have no reasoning for jenna choosing veronica. veronica was the first saint i thought of)

just for fun i want to talk about im so obsessed with your ex. the entire concept came to me because every time i listen to that song, i can't help but read it a little bit sapphic. anyway, a lot of olivia rodrigo songs give off chloe vibes. and i had the concept of it working with madeline as well while i was walking to work. made a post, someone agreed to it, couldn't stop thinking about it, decided to write it. (and somehow the song made it to the top of my on repeat playlist on spotify)

i love writing sapphics and confusing feelings of attraction with feelings of jealousy. it works so well for madeline, chloe, and brooke. but this fic is solely from madeline's pov. and i haven't really written for madeline before, if ever.

it was a mixture of the idea that everything madeline does is for the bit and pissing chloe off, and madeline misplacing her feelings of jealousy because she's totally jealous that chloe gets to date jake, when really chloe is the one she wants. and chloe is the one she thinks about the entire time she's with jake. jake's just a trophy, or a stepping stone to what she really wants. because yeah, jake is fine. he's decent. madeline's not sure she gets the hype but whatever

madeline is one of the only people who can say they have dated or at least hooked up with the king and queen of the school

[nostalgia-tblr]

[trickstersaint]

sainthood // september 2022

[zarya-zaryanitsa]

Stop putting ternovye on my dash I’m begging. I don’t need thinly veiled romanticization of Russian atrocities in Ukraine in my mostly happy tumblr bubble.

[tapeworm-loser]

Look like he prefers the ache to the aspirin:/

[ace-and-ink]

oh, sister red. you weren’t even named

for your namesake, but for the blood

he would shed. do you miss the times

from before we met? when you were just

a speck across this interstellar dance hall

and we were just faceless bodies

that neither of us could name? when all we

could do was stare and dream? we are

the greenest, after all, and you

can tell from the envy we watch you with.

we push past our own little silver

sister, our own recently known flesh

and blood. how could we not

feel guilt, pushing her aside

in our pursuit of you? mysterious, red

maiden of the sky and stars. you

must’ve loved it before we knew you. before we

sent scout after scout, rovers only

there to tell us what we wanted

to know. before we mapped out every one

of your mountains and valleys and your

hot plains and cold poles. before we ran

our hands all over you so much

that they’re stained with the red dust

of your freckles. and we take more

pieces of you home. and more. and more. i don’t

think you can be whole again, but i don’t

want to tell you that honestly. but i can

tell you this: we don’t want

to take you home. we want to

move in. we’re so enamored

with you. we’re so enraptured

by your beauty. we’re so amazed

by the potential you have. that’s what it is,

that’s what i can tell you. it was

wonder, once. but it’s not love. we don’t

explore you because we love you. we are

greedy. we aim to amend

a wrong we have done upon ourselves

with you. if we can leave ourselves

behind in favor a future we can carve

into you, we’ll be content

for all of five centuries.

we see you and we want you

wholly and entirely.

i’m sorry.

— sister red

[sesamestreep]

absolute highlight of my night last night was looking up the publication date of Frank O’Hara’s Having a Coke with You and encountering a blurb from an online encyclopedia that described it as being written for a woman he dated.

like…bestie… Frank O’Hara??? you sure about that????