#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

[ginger-vitis11]

do you know the feeling

of when you use hand sanitizer

and discover cuts you didn’t know you had?

my healing process has kinda been like that

i heard your name

and felt the pain

of a wound that i didn’t know existed

-paper cuts

[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’.

[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.

[griefshand]

i wouldn’t forgive him.

[mentalnote1]

Goodness and Mercy – Poetry 

I feel there is something

Or someone who or that

Is always there

Watching over and protecting me

They are surely the perfect pair

They aren’t conflicting or argumentative

They are loving

And if you ask me

Much too fair

And even when I was angry

Their love was always there

It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle

When things are dark like night

And they will never leave or forsake me

No matter how tuff the fight

There is one thing I am sure of

Although my choices aren’t always right

Goodness and Mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life

[xrepressedx]

“I am an appetite. My prayer is the taste of your throat in my teeth.”

[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

[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

[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."

[firsthandgod]

do not fall in love with me. i'll be your first and last breath and your progress and your undoing i'll be your right hand man and your greatest enemy i'll be the blood in your teeth i'll be the marrow in your bones i'll be your sacrificial lamb i'll be your golden cow i'll be your god and your angel and your reason for living and your reason for dying. nobody will know you like i do and it's the same reversed. you will be the recipient of my devotion and i want the same from you. you will be my other half. the heart to my ribcage. we'll be two deer who got their antlers stuck together while fighting. i want you to be inside me. i want you to worship me and i want you to be the thing that takes my last breath. i am very devoted. do not fall in love with me unless you read this handbook and are aware of the consequences.

[fleshforember]

I get religious in winter. I think about praying more often, look for signs that God is with me. I hope that some larger entity is listening, I remember everything happens for a reason; it's all part of His plan. I will never be atheist enough to escape Him. I will always be the little girl who was baptized in January.

[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.”