“When you’re lost in the universe, don’t lose faith
My mother says ‘Your whole life’s in the hand of god’”

It’s a beautiful sentiment. I don’t believe it in the sense that I’ve never felt the presence of god, but maybe I can experience this transcendence vicariously through people who do believe. I find myself listening to (not necessarily Christian ( Read more... )

This one’s for the liars, manipulators, and extortionists masquerading as spiritual leaders. As always, writing from my personal experiences.

The shocking part is how little religious (Christian) leaders (the ones I know of!) tend to take Jesus’ teachings to heart. Rather than observing his intentions and following his actions, they seem intent on ( Read more... )

Further analysis of growing up in religious fundamentalism… My rage has to go somewhere.

I hate my body, and it’s not what you think. This isn’t about aesthetics or pop culture. Looks aside, I don’t trust it, or it doesn’t trust me. It didn’t know how to protect me from the people who misunderstood and misused it, or is it the other way around?

My ( Read more... )

Religion makes me furious.
For my personal experience with religious fundamentalism, keep reading. I’m speaking from my subjective experience, if yours was more positive then I’m happy for you, like. Don't mind me, I’m going to express my rage to the void.

“Good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!”

When I ( Read more... )

One of the hardest parts about being trauma bonded is the romantic memory bias.

Maybe 650 of 1000 weekends together have been normal, 200 angry, 100 terrifying, and 50 utterly wonderful.

All you think about is the 50.

That the 51st will be this weekend, you just know it.

It will be just like all those weekends of smiling and laughing and fucking and ( Read more... )

Not Like ThemWhat am I doing here ( Read more... )

(Writing prompt: "Write about a quilt or a blanket.)

Sunflower QuiltWrinkled fingers clutched the quilt ( Read more... )

In Silence With Thoughts of YouI sit in silence with thoughts of you ( Read more... )

Here's a brand new poem. The writing prompt said, "Close your eyes. Write about what you see." The music I was listening to evoked this memory, which took place in a small town in Mexico, long ago...

The Old GuitarCallused fingers plucked the strings ( Read more... )

Haunting Kisses ( Read more... )