Life after Death

I fear the void,

The emptiness, the silence,

the crystalline idea that I am nothing,

Are you out there God?

Are you sitting there judging me?

Counting up my sins,

They way I jaywalk,

the way I laugh too hard,

swear too long,

and lie with a straight face.

Each sin mounting in the infinite answer,

rejection from your pearly gates.

Should I try to be good,

a better person,

constantly struggling to change who I am?

Does not God love me no matter how I act?

Can he not see that I am torn?

Trying to live up to his expectations,

those of my parents,

those of my friends,

and worst of all my own...

Is there life after death?

Is there a place of respite from these fears,

constantly banging around my head?

Branding me a sinner,

forcing guilt down my throat,

choking on the hypocrisy.

A darkness, a light at the tunnel,

Silence.

Emptiness.

Death.

and finally, Peace.

Tayler

The afternoon had drug on long past what the young girl had expected, but it was worth the wait when she met her sister for the first time. She smelled like cow manure, sewage and blood but her screams showed her strength, and brought a rush of love so fierce that no smell could stop the young girl from gasping with joy. The young girl became scared she would accidentally hurt the new baby just by touching her, so smooth, so tiny she felt in her arms. The way she breathed softly into the air, the curl of her long lashes upon her cheek, the soft sound of contentment she made as she suckled their mother's milk. As the clock ticked the young girl allowed herself to realize the meaning of this new young life, how with each breath, each soft mew, this child had become hers to protect, hers to safeguard, to teach and shape but most importantly to love.

Bloody Knuckles

Torn skin, withered heart, and a feeling of deep betrayal.

Staring sweetly back at me, filling me with emotion.

A memory that forces me into action, a love lost and proven false.

Torn skin, withered heart, and a feeling of deep betrayal!

You post the pictures, you smugly like my threads, you continue to harass me!

You make me feel fear, and anger and rage.

Torn skin, withered heart, and a feeling of deep betrayal.

Staring sweetly back at me, filling me with emotion.