Category: Poetry
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Mirror Prayer
A birthday poem
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Melting point poetry – for the spiritually frozen
Melting point Help me let you melt me –When I can’t feel –When thick layers of apathy cover an ocean of living water.I’m sick of skating atop the surface–Pretending I’m walking on waves. I’ve tried to break the ice myself –simulated religious experience to no effect.–preached about the sea while frozen solid.My angry axe never…
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I Like Small
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My God
I sneak in through the temple sheepishly, Bringing my sacrifice, oils, and rehearsed prayer, I find the inner sanctum and lay prostrate before the altar, Begging for forgiveness. But my God takes my hand, Gently pulling me to himself. I sit on his lap, I fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. — Sentel Schreier
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The Snake
What if I’m the snake in the garden? The devil between my own two elbows? Slithering around my psyche, I tempt myself into self-fulfillment. I eat the apple. I kick myself out of Eden everyday. I typically think I’m too good for it — Too good for peace and quiet. Outside the garden, I clothe…
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Heaven
We can meet God now, feel His breath through our bones, Or barter with our made up god to take us to our made up heavens —at sometime convenient to us, of course. Heaven is a little scary, Terrifyingly beautiful, spontaneous. Heaven sets fire to our blood. Heaven burns off our facades, Heaven bids us…
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Love?
That word feels clumsy on my tongue, Awkward and rough, I say it and wince when it trips out of my mouth. To me, it’s a flimsy credit card with an expiration date –Plastic, breakable, replaceable It has a limit, dependent on product satisfaction. It’s blackmail. The ultimate tool of manipulation. They say “I love…
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John 8
You without sin throw the first stoneGo on pick it up Feel its lethal weight on your tongue It’d be so easy to let it fly through the air Far away from you, Pile your death on another so you feel alive But you might find, That weightless feeling fleeting You might look closely at…
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with and without
I know who I am without You. Pseudo goddess, I curse my own altar As I sacrifice my years. My desperate eyes watch Hope burn to ash. —Worshipping myself never made me righteous. I know who I am without You. Squirming under the weight of my imagination, I must romanticize my existence to breathe. I…
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Intellectuals
In giving up dreams of perception You might find you’re less of a dick Refrain from rehearsed phrases Meant to forge intelligence Let go of suppressing goodness for the sake of pessimism None worship at your feet oh god of aestheticism But if your sad ego simply won’t wake up, may you have the stamina…
Sentel Schreier 