For when you can’t know the sun

The dim, weak light only appears beautiful when there is so much darkness surrounding it.

Fluorescence draws the eye to anything other than the light.

 

We can get so used to it.

We can make ourselves so blind.

 

But I would rather have a warm soft glow

Than the harsh phosphorescence of cylindrical bulbs

Snapping on strings above and about my head,

And I’d certainly rather have that

Than nothing

At all.

 

-P.J.

if god were a man

If God were a man

He would look just like you

Except something tells me not even he could be as handsome.

But, if he dare be,

I’d start to pray again

With your name on the knuckles of my folded hands.

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Are you proud of who you’ve become?

Indeed, you are an aperture of avarice

That the flesh can never fully satisfy.

Within you lies a ferocity so ravenous

A hunger that may never be appeased

And an envy towards the smiling fools 

Who walk so languidly away from themselves.

 

-P.J.