Sunafterwinter - Sun.after.winter

the fact of a garden

-- Just Removing this gem from the comments :) --

i suppose that one of my most unpopular opinions is that christianity - in it’s most liberating & progressive forms - does require a lifelong commitment to self-sacrifice. you are called, like Christ, to burn yourself in order to keep others warm.

i’m not a fan of the modern idea of “cheap grace,” which scoffs at things like undeserved forgiveness. you are called to forgive the worst people you know, even if it takes a lifetime.

while grace is abundant, free, and gentle - we find the example of Christ condescending himself to live among the “least of these,” suffering and dying - and calling his followers to do the same.

christ’s mercy never waned for those followers who walked away, but many did walk away once the calling became difficult.

while a lot of the language of “discipline” and “discipleship” gets misapplied by conservative christians to tie heavy burdens onto others, i think it’s a mistake as a progressive/leftist believers to ignore the fact that following Christ can certainly require intense levels of personal discomfort and difficult work.

yet, we don’t suffer alone.

Yippee another joint poem with Autumn :D WE KNOW ITS LIKE EDGELORD WORTHY AND NOT GREAT BUT LIKE SEE THE VISION 😭

Canvas

We are artists; we bleed our pain on paper

With our bones as tools, our sculptures we taper

Gouging at ourselves with each new gentle stroke we create, not resting until our darkest thoughts we’re able to articulate

We’re the vessel that brings to life our muse

That, we cannot choose

Art is as addicting as booze, disgusting, but a habit

And alike, our fate is definite

Forever doomed to be societies deficit

(Teehee felt silly)

The days

By sun.after.winter

There is no memory of my creation, 

the days are stagnant and infrequent. 

I've been here forever, or perhaps I was made yesterday? 

Time has no relevance.

 Today, I fall.

 Nothing more, nothing less, 

crashing towards the ground as time seems to stop

I love kids they’re all like.. “when i grow up i’m gonna be an astronaut and a chef and a doctor and an olympic swimmer” like that self confidence! That drive! That optimism! Where does it go

Late nights and Would you rathers

Not poetry, but needs to be said.

Here is what my mother told me when I was young: the world is harsh. It is unforgiving and it has teeth. Take no shit.

Here is what I have learned from the world: it is wounded and the humans scattered throughout it are rarely the rats of Rat Park, they are the tired, trembling experiments in need of more kindness, not less. Do no harm.

Here's what I have learned from the world: humans are good. They are soft, and gentle, and they are wounded, all of them. When humans were young and wild, they looked at the snarling beasts that came to their fires, the ones with sharp teeth in their long muzzles, and they saw soft fur and the welcome-home wag of a tail.

Here is what I have seen: Given an opportunity, humans will choose creation and love. They will create art, and music, and community. They will tell each other stories, sing each other songs, help each other heal. Even without safety, even when it wounds them, they will love. They will love each other - their family, their friends, their mates - and they will love the world.

Here is what I have seen: there is hope. Sometimes it is ugly and twisted and burns, but humans will hold onto it with both hands and their entire heart. They will share it with one another. They will use it to tame beasts with fur and teeth as well as the ones that live inside of themselves. They will create because of it; they will say I hope this makes someone smile, I hope this makes someone cry. I hope this saves someone. And it will.

Here is what I know to be true: evidence of a healed broken bone from thousands of years ago reminds us that what makes us human isn't our wounds, but how we care for one another through them.

Here is what my mother told me: the world will gnash its sharp teeth at me. It will try to wound me.

Here is what I know to be true: I am human, and humans heal one another and can turn sharp teeth into wagging tails.

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

“There’ll be peace when you are done” my fucking ass. There’s no peace and I’m not even sure it’s done.