#this was like the first real poem i ever wrote and im still hella proud but ive grown so much since then!
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felixxthefrog · 10 months ago
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i used to wonder what it was like on the other side
all they spoke of was hell
fire, brimstone, pain
darkness
loneliness
that is what they told me of the other pastures
what they showed me
as they lectured lifeless from the pulpit
if i'd known what the other side really looked like
i might've left sooner
(i wish i would have known)
sleepy sunday mornings
under the softest blankets
drinking in the honey sun that streams through the blinds
staying home and just existing
(do you think they know what it's like?)
a dim room filled with friends
floating two inches off the ground once the gin burn fades
stifled giggles and giddy conversations
swaying to the music
all of us together, no longer alone
(this is my sanctuary)
what it is to sing with no purpose, with only love for myself
screaming the lyrics i once hid from my parents
broken harmonies
mending souls, hearts, minds
not worrying about closed eyes and raised hands
just headphones in the kitchen
and the taste of her cherry chapstick
(this is my worship)
the pleasure of food
the pleasure of self
the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed
warm bodies tangled together, pressed against each other, desperate
in a wordless understanding of comfort and care
(this is what saves me)
what it's like to live without the pressures of hemlines
and necklines
and sleeves
without wondering if it's bad how much you touch
or how pretty her lips are from across the room
not caring if they see you at that place they deemed demonic
or if they see you gazing longingly when she shows off her new dress
(i'm not afraid anymore)
not of lips
and stomachs
and noses bumping together
and fluttering breath
her nails digging into my back
her drunken kisses sobered me
(this is what heaven is like)
not to listen to a booming voice from the heavens
nor from the stage
only the quiet ones in my heart
and the kind ones around me
(i wish god had sounded like this)
the butterflies at hearing those words that feel true
to who and what i am
the labels, but not the bad ones
not the guilt trips, just the words i chose to depict my truest self
the words i chose to show my colors in all their beauty
the way i want them
the people that i chose
not out of obligation
but the ones who love me, the ones who truly care
(they are my congregation)
being guiltless and reckless
and full of questions
but not the ones that make me worry
the weightless freedom of insignificance
and indifference
and not being scared.
-what they didn't tell me about the other side
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