#religous poetry

[local-goblincat]

Hear me out... jesus x judas fanfic except not like bible jesus and judas but just 2 jewish men secretly inlove. gut wrenching, passionate, and batshit crazy as possible.

Slow burn, angst, and maybe even eventual lovely smut. SO MUCH FORBIDDEN LOVE OFUDGDHDBHFXHDB maybe it's because its like 2 am for me and i was talking with my friend coming up with silly haha what ifs, but god i suddenly want this fic so bad.

They are neighbors.

Judas 100% has abandonment issues and I wont hear otherwise if this comes into existence.

[dancinglifeboat]

I don't think that either of our mothers GOD's loved us as they did them.

(Do my kisses taste of sin to you

Does guilt autograph my memory

Am I already a regret?)

Do you reach for my hand only to for the bloodied remnants of divinity

Buried beneath my fingernails

from when I held the Eucharist too tightly in my small hands,

And scraped away the gold plating,

And splintered the plastic underneath

I AM NOT HOLY

By your standards or mine

But my faith does not leave me empty

You cannot fill me with your excess

There is coal in my throat and ash in my gut

Left behind from the famine endured at the feet of the crucifixes in my closet

Neither of our GODs love us!!!!

Would they create us with limbs meant to be eaten and ripped from our frame, regrowing each time like hydras stuck in a canning factory if they did?

What GOD would condemn us for the love that THEY put there

What GOD that does so is worthy of worship?

Let alone beleif?

I AM UNHOLY

This will not change

Our sin will not fade with time

I do not know if I can bear to be the exception

On which you stake your faith

I am what you love

I am what condemn

This LOVE is what you CONDEMN

How long before you condemn yourself too?

How long before you hate this part of yourself for tearing you away from your GOD?

How long before you hate your GOD for imprisoning parts of you?

How long until you hate me for enabling your sin?

How long until you hate our GODs for labeling us as such?

How long until you hate yourself for being this sin?

How long until I am but a guilty memory of childish exploration?

How long until your nails are bloody with your own gold plating?

How long until your kisses too, taste of grieving coal and ash

I don't want to leave your hands bloody

With YOUR blood or MINE

If you hate yourself for this, how can I forgive MYSELF

For breaking your security

If you hate your GOD for me, how can I forgive MYSELF

For ripping away your comfort

If you hate me for this-

How long until I forgive

Your GOD and YOU

For labeling my love as Poison

For believing that it is

I don't think that either of our mothers GOD's loved us as they did them.

[exponentiallyqueer]

A blackout poem I made from a religious pamphlet

Life of starving children

A young boy distressed asked

“Does God know about this?”

“Yes, God knows about that”

The boy walked out

Uninterested in such a God

God is

All the evils

[h0rifix]

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦'𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯?"

- 𝐡𝟎𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐱. (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐). ‘salt in the wound’.

[thefrogsthewaterturnedgay]

I don’t know anything about destiel but I know the idea, the appeal. The idea that a human, inherently a sinner in theology, traumatized and broken, can fall in love with an angel. An angel above humans, who is humans, and is nothing even close to them. An angel who is perfect. A being unfeeling and unknowable but revered, perfected. Worshiped usually but no this angel is loved. Loved by a human in only the way a human could. This angel is touched with the sin stained hands of a human in the way only a human could. This angel is tainted. He loves him more for it.

Or maybe it’s the idea that an angel fell in love first and the human followed after. A human persuaded by this being, a human revering this being and that reverence turning to nothing but recognition. This angel is the same as him. He takes a step forward towards this angel who might be his but he wouldn’t know. A blind step, blind hope that the angel isn’t lying. Maybe angels don’t know how to lie, maybe they do. Humans wouldn’t know.

It’s a beautiful idea I think, that two beings who are so different in make and lives and life could fall in love. Fall is in the name. Angels aren’t supposed to do that. This angel does anyway. This human is there to catch. He drops him though, he’s not a very good catcher.

It’s beautiful to me, that little idea. Simple. Wonderful. Perhaps even, miraculous. That’s silly though, nothing about love is a miracle.

I’ve never seen supernatural.

[adiodont]

about water

[griefshand]

[godssacrificiallamb]

"I envied my Shepard, my Lord, my Savior. Adorned with a golden halo atop his head, I wore a crown of thorns. He, who can do no wrong in his Father's eye, and full of love and light who brings and gives to all without exception.

I instead, am poison in the water, the great plague who has come to rampage your village and feed upon all that you love, ripping and tearing through you ravenously and carelessly. Consuming you whole, marrow and all until there is nothing left.

And when I am met face to face with Him, and he asks me why, I cry and scream with a voice that has always been there-"I had just wanted to be heard, to be seen, believed as much as He, believed in you. You, are God-Perfect in image and I, I am human, imperfect in many ways and in your shadow."

[jaxxrabbie]

Do you think Eve knew she was created for Adam? Do you believe that when she woke she found solace in her task to keep Adam entertained? Her very first breath was interrupted by His words “it is not good for man to be alone.” What does free will mean to Eve? What does temptation mean to Eve? What if Satan had whispered, “I created and designed this tree just for you. Come, let’s partake in its fruits together. It is not good for you to be alone.”

[biblically-accurate-butch]

Face reveal.

A lesbian who loves to Veil. I have found hope, strength, and trust in the Lord through veiling. I am not sure if I will do this indefinitely but right now I understand its power and its purpose. It is my spiritual umbrella that reminds me that God can lead me out of the storm I am going through this season if I remain strong. I do not know where I am going to go from here. I am rittled with anxiety about my future. For the first time in my life, I have no clue where I am going to be in the next 6 months. For the first time in my life, I am submitting to the fact I have no control over my current situation. I have completely given it up to the Lord. I am protected, and I honor my trust in him.

Additionally, the veil is a representation that I am changing. That God is changing me and my heart. That it is God who is working on me. That I am in a state of metamorphosis. I am undergoing great changes, and I am not ready to be revealed. These changes were brought by God and it shows that I am a work a progress and I let him work through me.

I give my heart up to the Lord who blesses me. It is great to give him thanks and praise. May he continue to have mercy upon me and protect those across the world who most need his mercy.

Glory Be to El Padre El Hijo y Espritu Santo as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be a world without end.

Amen

[newyorkreject]

Reckoning

Perfect families.

Straight white teeth, multiple degrees.

Vacation homes at the foot of the sea.

A no-name mixing with the Kennedys.

Choking on the suffocating, fake formalities.

Posh accents & fancy polo shirts.

Smile, so sweetly, hiding their bared pearled teeth.

Ask me, so casually,

how much my life is worth.

Twist the dagger in my back,

Ask me how much it hurts.

Bend me till I start to crack,

Drowning in their laughs,

Debating which fate is worse.

Carrying the weight of the forgotten

Through the fields of legacies.

Speaking with the Ancients

While they worship false prophecies.

And it

Couldn't

Be

Me.

I smile.

Blood trickling my teeth.

A twenty first century Romeo and Juliet.

You can't kill the yearning

By playing the part society, for you, has set.

You can't bleed to truth dry,

In a pathetic attempt to establish a truth from a lie.

But you'll try-

But they'll try.

Until the night comes, day comes, where hopes die.

Where lit eyes go dark, becoming an undead stare.

Where falsehood, godhood, and priesthood intertwine-

The minute- the second they realize

but just

Don't

Care.

[r4wrbi3]

Pinterest collage feature my beloved!

Vent / poetry /whatever below

As I look towards the ceiling.

I’m reminded of my place at your feet.

skin, fur and bones with a heart of gold.

revere the bitten hand that feeds

Bones with little meat,

words with no weight.

I’m reminded why I ran

I stray far.

I tug and tug and tug

I’m still tethered to my past.

I still fear what you taught me

I tug and tug and tug

It hurts it hurts it hurts

My heart feels heavy, stomach gnawing

As much as I fight.

The poison knows, it’s made a home.

It seeps through my veins

Dragging me back to your feet

The cycle continues and I’m reminded

I love like a dog. That is to say, foolishly.

leashed to your heart and loyal to a fault.

[gods-country024]

Salem, MA // 6/22/23

in the corner of my brain

my mothers voice will always echo

“repent my child, you are worthy of saving!

don’t you want to meet your creator at the pearly gates of heaven?”

and sometimes i lay awake at night praying to a god

whos long abandoned his creation

hands clasped, knuckles white

praying for his holy salvation

from the fiery pits that i have been promised since birth

i seem to carry this blind belief like a tumor

but i never fear,

for all saints have a past

and all sinners have a future

by svr

[lynchiandoll]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)/ Salvation- Keaton St.James/ The Propecy- Thomas Dagget/ Psalm 30:5/ The White Horse- Guy Owen

[september-poetry]

all that is holy

by all that is holy

i beg you to stay

a fallen angel

his wings fall apart

as i hold him up

i capture his sacrilegious lips in mine

and in ectasy he takes my name in vain

a graveyard of eyes watch us

as we perform yet again

he grins as he takes me apart

and he knows he sins with me

but by god does he crave it

i will bring him down to earth with me

the rite of passage

let yourself fall, my love, into my arms

i will catch you before he ever could

at the altar he brings me closer

in spite of his blood, divine

the thick liquid leaves his body

replaced by mine

walk with me on consecrated ground

and bring me further

down down down we go

let me corrupt you

your touch blackened by the remnants of your past

my body covered in ash

the fire burns low

do you revel in it?

a prayer shared

and for a moment

i am all that is holy

24 / 10 / 24

prompt: congregation

week two: lights

from @lordsovorn darktober

[mourntomidnight]

Kill the Christ in Me

Kill the Christ in me

God told me women are evil

Kill the Christ in me

God told me abortion is murder

Kill the Christ in me

God told me we are all culturally Christian

Kill the Christ in me

God told me we had to murder the natives

And the pagans too

Kill the Christ in me

God told me that the gays and trans are an abomination

Kill the Christ in me

God told me it’s 2024

Kill the Christ in me

God told me we had to kill the Jews

And force them to go to Israel and kill

The Palestinians too

Kill the Christ in me

God told me to hate the sin and love the sinner

Kill the Christ in me

God told me that we have to be a Christian Nation

Kill the Christ in me

God told me we have to mean to those that aren’t his followers

Kill the Christ in me

God told me that Jesus is king

Kill the Christ in me

God told me to reject the pleasures of the flesh

Kill the Christ in me

But you know what?

Kill the Christ in me

Fuck that shit

Kill the Christ in me

I’m killing God

And I’m killing Christ

And I’m killing his followers too

Kill the Christ in me (x3)