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God’s favorite concert was a ‘98
jam session in a hellish
amphitheater downstairs.
The producer booked
the big ones – Hendrix, Cobain,
Joplin, Johnson – one night
only, fallen stars rise again!
Saints they ain’t, but God
has one ear for prayers
and one for souls wailing
soul into a void with no echo,
no applause, no expectation
of anything more than their own
relief.
And when you’re top billing
in the Morning Star Concert Hall,
the fans are the only comfort
you’ve got left.
jam session in a hellish
amphitheater downstairs.
The producer booked
the big ones – Hendrix, Cobain,
Joplin, Johnson – one night
only, fallen stars rise again!
Saints they ain’t, but God
has one ear for prayers
and one for souls wailing
soul into a void with no echo,
no applause, no expectation
of anything more than their own
relief.
And when you’re top billing
in the Morning Star Concert Hall,
the fans are the only comfort
you’ve got left.
Literature
Ephemeral
1.
i wake up and tear the sun
from the sky like this is a
grade school art project and i
am supposed to share something
worthy of myself-- i think
there is a black hole nestled
betwixt my lonely ribs,
devouring anything alive.
on days like these, my greatest weakness
is weakness and i am my own fatal flaw.
we live by mantras and my ears ring
‘i hate every piece of me’
(he put his head to my chest
and heard me dying;
call me beautiful now)
2.
we are the false ends of sunken
universes, we are pieces of
dead galaxies and you are
stardust, god, you are
beautiful.
i believe that this is all just a dream
by someone with an
Literature
dreamergirl
The Last Time I saw you,
you were down in the dirt,
[literally] on hands and knees,
looking for the bit of magic
your father had promised was toiling
just underneath the surface.
You feel it, you whispered in
a cotton hush like the vibrancy
of your voice would intimidate the
dreams you scraped at beneath the
faultlines. Daddy never told a lie
[excluding the usual good things
come to those who wait, and 'tis better
to have loved and lost, and every end
is a new beginning]. You feel it,
you whispered, trembling at the hands
the same way you did for the Pills
that couldn't quite fix the Problem.
.
I never really understood all the ways
you
Literature
Metamorphosis
I wrote you a letter -
tried to phrase a suicide note,
but instead came out
with words that butterfly with hope
and blades that divide decisions
and not wrists. It spoke of love,
of that quiet desperation that I feel
when I am waiting for you to meet my glance,
your averted eyes poised with concentration. It spoke
of how long I waited to build a lifetime
with you, and how in many ways I still am.
It spoke of promises that balloon as uncontrollably
from my chest as panic sometimes drums from
my feet. But mostly,
it spoke of the destructive power of trust;
moment by moment, you destroy my barriers. I
mutilate beyond repair.
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"Heaven for the climate, hell for the company."
- Mark Twain
A very different one for my God does ordinary things series. Mainly because the focus here isn't really on God, but I still really like this one.
- Mark Twain
A very different one for my God does ordinary things series. Mainly because the focus here isn't really on God, but I still really like this one.
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Oh I really like this one. An interesting departure from what you've been doing in this series.