Nicked this from veritas03...

Somehow, this doesn't surprise me one bit....I get compared to Hermione a lot.

Some Random Poetic Something

My life's a dichotomy,
an exercise in irony,
nothing is quite as it seems
especially not me.

yesterday I lied
Today truth is on my lips
tomorrow, I'll speak gibberish
and talk to the voices in my head

I'll give birth to a story
pushing and pushing
I think it's a lump of shit
but it turns out it's a baby.

The book is full of characters-
lovely, sick, beautiful
or beautifully insane-
all in my head
whispering.

The crazy girl-
she writes,
sells dreams like they
were reality.

Sexuality is dirty.
Religion binds her mouth.
She wants-
She loves-
But is it right?

She wants to cut-
thinks it will purify her-
washed in the BLOOD-
Jesus Christ, what a gruesome
thought.

All we need is love,
not sacrifice-
Why is there death
at the center
of something meant to
renew us?

Visions of crucifixion
don't make for easy sleep.
More like nightmares-
That breed fear

kept me trapped- so long
can't breathe.
Jesus looking over my shoulder.
He loves us all-

But the wicked burn in hell-
We hate those that hate him-
when he said to love
ALL-

If that's your love,
i'll take indifference.