1. There is no rule against this No law or scripture The only condemnation is the one I carved myself It's wrong, it's all so wrong ______________________ 2. The feeling is warm Seeping through my clothes down into my soul onto the floor Warmth growing Holy furnace of love Pulling me harsh and rough Consume me ______________________ 3. I kneel before the night and ask it for a revelation It answers with wind cold and indifferent slipping through my ribs I close my eyes and pretend the darkness is holy that the absence of light is a kind of mercy If I pray long enough maybe the void will speak. If it speaks, maybe it'll lie. ______________________
oh my gosh I had a little journal of poems but FREAKING LOST IT (*﹏*;) !! ... at school. Update - I found it ! I have a tennis game today like thirty minutes away from my school so hopefully I can write sm to make up for it update... I did NOT write anything I was mainly talking with Xela
