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Dustin Dean Mar 2018
Camouflage confusion
To reduce reduction
While your ducks in a row
Are the only thing left to go

Spiral down the stairwell
Denied pleasures in hell
Guilt admission is leaking
All over the God you're seeking
Which does not listen to
In a state of you
Not verse, not chorus
Just a standard torus
As we blindly get by
Before we forever die
Cobalt Feb 2018
I will write
Until my fingers bleed
And the angels beg me to stop
G Valentine Feb 2018
God. Who’s he?

A figment of your imagination, a phantom of my reality?


Who read in a book written a millions years from now, that for only a “small fee” rebirth can be found?

Wanna get to heaven? Sounds great! Make sure to slide a 20 on top of the collection plate.

telling lies like a poor man can get to heaven, oh honey, only the rich can afford wine and anointed caskets. Take your rags to the back, throw some pennies on the plate, we’ll give you the “salvation” you clearly lack for love and understanding.

Our pastor needs another Ferrari, meanwhile
You don’t have a car. Just show up every Sunday, and we promise you’ll rest with the stars.

For $19.99 confess all your sins. Tell it all to a stranger, say some prayers, then do it over again.

This is religion, the largest capital regime. So remember next Sunday, is not always what it seems.
ash mckee Feb 2018
when people ask me why I’m not religious,
I tell them stories
of all the people I have ever believed in.
I relive the memories
and the heartbreak
and I explain how each of them
earned my faith.
they were my friends;
they were tangible
and they were real
and they left me behind.
so, what am I supposed to expect
from some god who hides their face?
I've had enough
of people putting on masks
and lying to me through their teeth.
at least I can look them in the eye
when I tell them
that I don't believe in them anymore.
Ben Meraki Jan 2018
I will ******, I will torture.
I will see that evil thrives.
I'll reward the men who inlfict pain as
women beg for their lives.

I'll persecute the innocent.
I'll let the children starve.
Whilst good men struggle to provide,
I'll put the crooks in charge.

They say you're good and loving
but I, for one, know the truth.
Mankind could thrive had it not thought
of manifesting you.

So gaze into the pool of judgement.
Take a good long look.
Never before or since
was so much war spawned from a book.

You did not write its chapters,
yet they all still bear your name.
We all are your reflection Jesus.
Hang your head in shame!
This was an entry to a competition asking to write about what one would do as a "Reflection of Jesus" in 2018.
Savannah Jan 2018
I see the reflection I have left
paint the mirror
a deep scarlet.

The actions, no-
the crimes I've commited
have decided my fate!

I could never ask you, divinity itself,
for a peace offering,
a chance of redemption.

Slave to the flesh,
worshipper of the inane,
I kneel before you and whisper,

"I am but what you made me."
Savannah Jan 2018
I created their sun and they shall thank me for the light

I created darkness and they shall thank me for the night

I created breath and they shall thank me for the right

I created love and they shall thank me when it dies

I created hate and they shall thank me when it ignites

I created misery and they shall thank me when they cry

I created death but they shall thank me for the time

For I created all so I must consume all of their lives
Ben Kaw Dec 2017
His dog was contained in an impenetrable tomb.
Twelve hexagonal stepping stones upon
A mound of dirt

ooo
oooo
ooo

I wanted to pray for her,
a dog I never met.
I had to repent
for the barking noises I made
earlier, before I knew.

All dogs go to heaven, but all people go to hell.

He didn't want to be reminded
of her passing
so I didn't warn him that I was coming.

At least he wasn't home.

The alive dog, Rango, was very friendly.
He sniffed and licked me,
his nose between my legs.
If only someone else would find me so fascinating.

I noted this out loud.
His mother laughed.
She was complicit in my intrusion of his son's privacy.

A nice boy
A sweet boy
A quiet boy
An anxious boy
He preferred the company of a few close friends
Friends that weren't me

Even though I was delirious,
I meant it when I said to this man
"If you were like the boy she described,
I would have fallen in love."
Recollection of an event on 12/6/17. Written 12/11/17.
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