almighty subsided

creation of tempting torment.

pages full of words from the past.
poems filled with make belief meanings
yet to one, is held sacredly.
Torn to shreds, this story means nothing.
Can't change my inhale or exhale.
Won't make the trees die, and the flowers wilt.
yet to one, it would be against all.

to go beyond the boundaries,
to run freely without restrictions
would be deceiving.
To do what feels natural
must be consulted.
To throw away the definition or
the religion of Christ
puts you in hell.

to one, its a symbol,
a promise.
to one, it is a sacrifice
a loyal appreciation.
yet to me, its nonsense.

to me, when permanent
tales are taken seriously
I smirk.

the something
that blocks the mind
from roaming,
the free thinking spirit.
one will hold dearly to that
but rip apart importance.
They'll destroy the touch,
feelling, warmth.
They'll ignore and let go
the real.
to them it's okay,
yet to me...
it's that that is hallowed.

Don't subside it all.


-feel blue, think green, shine yellow
adventure queen.