Mercuria: Hmm. I have no explanation. *shrug* Except that I'm not 23, I'm 22. 23 just sounded better. And I could fool myself into feeling superior that way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Christianity or the Bible. I'm actually sorta relieved. Must be a lot of responsibility.
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Believe and it will set you free
that's what they say
they lie
I've tried to go their narrow ways
but what'd it get me?
Twenty-three
with no past, no future
stumbling through time
with no light
but who cares?
It was always enough for me
to look up at the stars
with the autumn night taste in my mouth
and say
"this is here"
and needed no answers
needed no faith
wanted a moment
grasped an eternity
I have no maker
no creator
born of the sea foam
a modern Aphrodite
And I'm told
I will burn
I will fall
lest I turn
but in the crests of the waves
what catches on fire?
In church when I was a little girl
the thought of god offended me
With childish selfishness
I would worship nothing greater than myself
It became my secret
my hidden shame
Everyone else I knew had god
Why not I?
The best way to express what I believe
may be to say that I have never seen the need
"my life is better with Christ" it has been said
but I need no god
I need the sky
I need the sea
But what would answers
do for me?
Solving the eternal puzzle
takes the joy out of life
To wake up and say
"this is my purpose
that for which I exist"
would destroy me
In math class
back in junior high
it was me who said
"want forever?
look at pi"
A girl named Sue
had god
but didn't think that pi
had no end
and she thought *I* was the mystery
I who could grasp an eternity
within a circle
on lined paper
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Mercuria: Hmmm ... it kinda stinks, being as I wrote it in about fifteen minutes. Feedback is appreciated as long as it pertains to the structure of the poem and ways in which it can be improved. All other comments and flames will be used to heat my apartment. *shiver*
Disclaimer: I don't own Christianity or the Bible. I'm actually sorta relieved. Must be a lot of responsibility.
********
Believe and it will set you free
that's what they say
they lie
I've tried to go their narrow ways
but what'd it get me?
Twenty-three
with no past, no future
stumbling through time
with no light
but who cares?
It was always enough for me
to look up at the stars
with the autumn night taste in my mouth
and say
"this is here"
and needed no answers
needed no faith
wanted a moment
grasped an eternity
I have no maker
no creator
born of the sea foam
a modern Aphrodite
And I'm told
I will burn
I will fall
lest I turn
but in the crests of the waves
what catches on fire?
In church when I was a little girl
the thought of god offended me
With childish selfishness
I would worship nothing greater than myself
It became my secret
my hidden shame
Everyone else I knew had god
Why not I?
The best way to express what I believe
may be to say that I have never seen the need
"my life is better with Christ" it has been said
but I need no god
I need the sky
I need the sea
But what would answers
do for me?
Solving the eternal puzzle
takes the joy out of life
To wake up and say
"this is my purpose
that for which I exist"
would destroy me
In math class
back in junior high
it was me who said
"want forever?
look at pi"
A girl named Sue
had god
but didn't think that pi
had no end
and she thought *I* was the mystery
I who could grasp an eternity
within a circle
on lined paper
************
Mercuria: Hmmm ... it kinda stinks, being as I wrote it in about fifteen minutes. Feedback is appreciated as long as it pertains to the structure of the poem and ways in which it can be improved. All other comments and flames will be used to heat my apartment. *shiver*