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i have not prayed since i was a child,
unless You count the times i disregarded formality
and addressed You coarsely or candidly.
that's not to say i don't believe in You
or have disavowed your Grace,
but i think everyone's noticed You don't pick up the phone
or maybe You just have a lousy secretary.
that aside,
i'll make this very brief because
You're busy
and i have work in a few hours;
when i thought i saw You on the horizon
somewhere beside the setting sun,
taking the shape of a cloud more violet than the others,
were You there or am i desperate? were You there
or was i reaching for nothing?
You don't need to respond,
but i'd appreciate it.
unless You count the times i disregarded formality
and addressed You coarsely or candidly.
that's not to say i don't believe in You
or have disavowed your Grace,
but i think everyone's noticed You don't pick up the phone
or maybe You just have a lousy secretary.
that aside,
i'll make this very brief because
You're busy
and i have work in a few hours;
when i thought i saw You on the horizon
somewhere beside the setting sun,
taking the shape of a cloud more violet than the others,
were You there or am i desperate? were You there
or was i reaching for nothing?
You don't need to respond,
but i'd appreciate it.
Literature
note 28
you are beauty
written over and over
Literature
Drizzling
The grey glaze of a
pre-dawn chorus —
blackbirds,
and an overcast aubade.
Literature
NaPoWriMo 2012.
april 1st
i am green. and red. and giving myself bruises.
you smile, i smile.
she smiles.
[my smile drops]
april 2nd
i think i would like to take flight
and travel far from the worlds depths
trading my arms for wings
becoming a creature of the sky
rather than of the sea or ever of land.
april 3rd
each feeling trailed down his arm
leaking and bleeding like water colour emotions.
he wished
just for once to be solid
permanent
in at least one aspect
april 4th
you're giving me feelings in my tummy that i had forgotten.
the oceans aren't quite so scary
and they seem like they're going to carry me
somewhere nice rather th
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I think that God would probably like us being candid better than those long, flowery and most likely insincere prayers that some people offer up. I think he'd like the honesty. It might be refreshing. At least I hope so, 'cause when I talk to God, I talk like I would to one of my besties. Frank. Open. Sometimes a lil bit heathen. But that's how it is.