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This blog is a view into what life is like when you are not chosen by god

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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

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Are you scared, Laika?

Are you free?

Or is there no difference at all?

When all you know is the street

Space will never seem so empty.

#words #lit #writing #grief #literary #poem #dog #dog poetry #dog poem #laika the space dog #laika #canine poetry #poetry #canine

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I do not want to hear about god from the saints. I want to hear from the sinners. I want to hear from the snakes and the spiders. What does the shark have to say about the merciful? What does the snarling dog think of the divine? I do not want to hear from the blessed About what the others lack.

#words #lit #writing #literary #literature #poem #poetry #my words #canine poetry #quotation #quotes #anger #angst #catholic guilt

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Limited Editions, Carole Stone

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Something about living past the end of our myth

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

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The Moon That Turns You Back, Hala Alyan

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To the spider

And God,

You are a trespasser that does not belong here.

Maybe ignorance is all it takes to coexist.

Not your fault, not mine, just is.

We will never truly know each other,

My veins laced with deadly venom.

But, isn’t bite also touch?

This still seems to me a good question.

Ignoring the rudeness my kindness was repaid with,

I get the most

peaceful weapons I can find.

I have always been too sensitive,

But I was born this way,

Begging to be believed.

Lord, I worry

You remember too much.

I keep searching for proof,

As I was punished for the sin of trying to do the right thing.

Freak of nature.

The shadowed creature in the corner of the room.

You’re a sinner too.

And, I hate you.

And, I care if I am guilty.

I suffer in my loving,

Convinced that was devotion,

That love is violence.

God suffices as a companion

But it's getting harder.

I could die for you,

And get swallowed whole.

Maybe you would've shown me mercy

But you are still standing, and I am still sorry.

And

He is still God.

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#centos #cento #poem #poetry #spiders #spider poem #catholic guilt #words #lit #writing #grief #literary #literature #loss #sorrow #love #religion #god #I think I can format this better given a chance

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Forgive yourself.

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I tried to consume my mother’s rage when I was twelve. I found it unappetizing. Shallow, bitter, directed inwards. Frightening but only in the way of a coyote. Loud and yet timid. A snapping feverish anger that was quickly stamped out. But my rage grew deeper. I made my own from the froth and the spittle and the blood. An anger that was sharp and sour. A biting anger. An anger that only a girl can know. The sort of anger that gnaws on your bones and leaves bruises on your knees. Scrappy and rough. Young and ill advised. The kind of anger that follows you through winter. And it’s winter now. But I can hear coyotes tonight, barking in the backyard. They’re calling me home. I know they’re calling me home.

#words #lit #writing #literary #grief #quotes #literature #quotation #poem #poetry #rage #female rage #mother #wip #rant #original poem

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grief & anger & grief & anger & then regret & further grief & somewhere between it all, me

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still. after all of it. mostly, i want to be kind

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Life is like a rattlesnake before it bites it tries to warn you.

#Rattlesnake - Jack Van Cleaf #lyric #song lyrics #lyric posting #quote #I know this is not the right lyric #fight me #lyric quotes #song

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Well God, I have a few questions That have been burning In my mind For quite a while now. Must you have laced My breath with venom? I have always wanted To get closer than I should. And by then It is already too late. I am glad You have given me The gift of speed But I should think A slow stroll Would also be nice. And why am I to be So very small? I cannot feel safe But in the highest corners Where I am away From everyone else. But I do not want To be alone All my life. And God, Is there no story In which I am not feared? I think I would like it Very much To just be. So why couldn’t you Have made me loved? Sincerely signed, The spider

#a spider poem I never really finished #poem #poetry #spiders #Catholic guilt #original poem #words #lit #writing

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