jemsandjasper

[jemsandjasper]

Tired of these hoes, no one wants me to romantically sing them a ballad and die for them nowadays

[jemsandjasper]

“If it was ‘God’s plan’ for a child, me, to experience trauma not even adults can handle, I’m going to find him and beat the shit out of him. He doesn’t deserve to be called a god if he can’t even protect his innocent people”

-unknown

[jemsandjasper]

Don’t you ever tell me

“You are just like your father.”

I will carve out my own lungs

Before I ever follow in his place.

And dear father,

Don’t you ever tell me

“Try harder”

“Be better”

When you have bathed your hands

In the blood of pure sin.

Do not call me unholy

When you have grabbed young lambs,

Your own children,

And thrown them in a burning fire of your creation.

[jemsandjasper]

“Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god”

-Plato

[jemsandjasper]

“Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?”

- King Louis XIV (last words)

[jemsandjasper]

“How terrible it is to love something only death can touch”

-Unknown

[jemsandjasper]

“I killed a plant once because I gave it too much water. Lord, I worry that love is violence”

-José Olivarez

[jemsandjasper]

What will happen when I die, love?

I think we’d both make a lovely garden,

Both you and me.

I would do anything to close these six feet.

To embrace you as the earth does.

Oh, I envy the roots of the tree that hold you close,

Dear, I fear I will soon follow you.

I will dig my own grave and lay there and rot.

As long as I close the distance between you and me.

[jemsandjasper]

Oh you wretched, haggard thing.

With the skin of disturbed sandpaper,

And the sunken dead eyes of a rotting corpse.

With the frail glass mind, not close to sublime.

And undecided though you are,

You still have inflicted those ugly scars.

Those ugly scars that cover the unfit, twisted torso.

And the pathetic soft heels, too weak to ever run.

Unexpectedly the mirror is slammed down,

And the wretched haggard thing is gone.

[jemsandjasper]

La douleur exquise;

(N.) The heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.

[jemsandjasper]

Oh, hear them praise the silver tongue.

They love to hear his honeyed words,

So soft they glide through the air

Like a soft stream of water.

Only to fill the mind,

Muddling the sense.

The silver tongue need not make sense,

For that is what it takes.

[jemsandjasper]

“We men are wretched things.”

-Homer, the Iliad

[jemsandjasper]

I fear, my love

You will pull out a knife and dissect me.

I fear you will find the

Rotting, vile, foul

Disgusting, ungodly, decrepit

Garden my bones have grown.

Oh, it’s only grown as I’ve watered it,

I’ve watered it with my tears.

I gave it life by allowing them to plant the seeds,

The seeds of

Tansies of hatred,

Marigolds of death,

Tears of the Lilly Valley,

And the sickly yellow roses.

[jemsandjasper]

“I will take a crowbar and pry out the broken pieces of god in me.”

-Anne Sexton

[jemsandjasper]

“I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. Offer me that deathless death, oh good god, let me give you my life.”

-Take Me To Church, Hozier

[jemsandjasper]

“Pray to God” they said, “He will help you.”

“God loves everyone, he will forgive your sins.”

Why should I follow the rules of a God that wouldn’t help me? I prayed, I prayed every night. I went to church, I followed God’s rules and he still didn’t help me.

“You have to experience that pain because God is shaping you as a person.”

Does a father beat his son to make him better? Does he lash him with a belt when he has done nothing wrong because it will “improve” him.

If God really is our father he is cruel one.

[jemsandjasper]