Does God Hate People With Depression? by Leehon, literature
Literature
Does God Hate People With Depression?
That teen who finally crafted the strength to Tell his parents that a family friend reached into His sanctuary to rip out the flowers that were Just starting to bloom, only to be told... "Boys can't be raped. Especially at such a Sexually ripe age" by his mother and, from his father, "At that age, I was getting beaten on a daily basis by My family; I'd take getting laid over that shit any day-- Stop your fucking bitching" They all say that he's burning in Hell now; Being fed to Satan's beasts repeatedly for Having the audacity to seek a way out of The depression, the phobias, the PTSD, even After begging God to take the agony away or Explain why He let it happen But he kept his faith throughout the entire journey, From the moment the door closed to when he kicked the Chair out from under his trembling feet And that lady whose husband left her for a 19-year-old blondie who made him feel like a High-schooler a few times at work; a decade Of unhinged love shattered by a couple of Winks
Harmless, innocent, adorable, ignorant Yet expected to slay the Seven Princes of Hell; Was I always this many persons? An untouched pearl, a devourer of dreams, An amalgamation of sins, a pillar of flaws, An incel trapped in a metallic womb? A child who never found himself, a teen Locked away from humanity, and a man whose Capabilities match that of a child's This timeline... It's adorned with fragments that my hands Can only turn into hatred and sorrow, leaving Everyone in a fog of anger and confusion I've demonstrated all of the ways that I'm Incompatible with this world, but those eyes Don't see crutches or a wheelchair, so... I'm thrown into the "Must Not Want It Bad Enough" Bin, with every one of my unrelatable failures and Immature insecurities; no hardships that spark Those wonderful connections that act as Beacons of unyielding hope Hope: The key that each story has somewhere Somewhere... Somehow... Sometimes... It isn't buried under a willow tree, a king's throne, A god's
Filled to the engraved ceiling with emptiness, This monument of worthlessness is nothing like yours As I crawl from one death to the other, I hear the laughter of Beckoning demigods and feel the tremor of a trillion blessings; You're in love with these trapped coquettish thoughts- Every single one of you perfect Chimeras Here are the abstractions of a stentorian heart: The chiaroscuro of at least two rhythmic pillars A facetious act in the face of insecurities Fairy-tales that only happen to living creatures Eulogy to a child who was cast into another realm Elegy to all of the sickeningly clean caverns Pantomime infinity Unspoken goodbyes from each liar So easy to smear normality on a tiny surface, isn't it? When love and maturity collide, enlighten the coward Once again, with that ethereal smirk There's no beauty in hesitation, because This system can hold plenty of destruction Don't be afraid Don't let comfort stay for too long
Giving my fragments to both breeds Has taught me that caverns aren't my home Those glistening pillars of seeds and strength Have fed me the angels' moans, all drenched in Soothing pink and dancing red I've tasted bleach from each closet, I've shown Various creatures my wings, and I've undoubtedly Claimed victory as failure pleasured itself to my Childish, festering delusions/performances Those scenes are piecing together something That I'm going to have to keep under My worthless cemetery This curse has limited my options Or has it blessed me with a lost version of myself? Either way, I'm not suited for my own desires I wasn't meant to sleep with the brides I will never hear love fly out of a vixen I can't recall ever being beautiful in nurturing eyes My garden will always cradle the scent of dead birds
Where Did You All Get Those Neon Towers? by Leehon, literature
Literature
Where Did You All Get Those Neon Towers?
Sentient works of art Magnificent mortal faeries Creatures with radiant smiles I want that common pastime To spreads my unique wings, Desired by plenty Sharing skin, mixing fluids, Breaking barriers, forming futures "Mother, give me life!" (Happiness commits suicide every day) Have you ever drowned in yourself? Will you ever thank your God(s)? Is it too late to show you the truth again? Break this broken cycle Cleanse this buried graveyard Exorcise this Seraphim Bless this wyvern with normality Cacophony warped by silence Fraternizing with escape A new breed of heathen Always choking on laity Pleasure each other to the Noise of this anti-epoch; I am trapped in a swirling conjecture Some nightmares never end, huh?
Can't you hear them crawling through The splintered hallways? Remove your nature, and truly listen; The razor of normality, the shrieks of passing blessings, The tremor of crushing time, the heartache of all those Dying marbles, those hollow stars, those forgotten beacons, Those innocent, voiceless, now-contorted souls Instead of reaching into the man-made Guf, you Selfishly plant seeds of flesh, thinking that will Add more layers of love to the thread Or perhaps you lifted your fucking Tail before studying each branch, pretending that Fluids cause no harm once they're contained However, absurdity dwells deep within the system, Scaring off guardians, leaders, and messages to Broken boys and girls Mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, grandparents, Look through the glass of time with neon eyes How much woe is in the foundations? How much passion is in the stairs? How much work is to be done for Smiles to adorn future generations? Bloom wisdom, master as many hearts as you
My trust isn't what it used to be
Nor is my hope
The words that slither out of my mouth
Are like dry ice covered in razor-wire;
Pessimistic, self-loathsome, borderline evil
However, I have a heart underneath this
Immortal thorn bush
If you can handle the injuries that my
Mutilated mind will inflict, I'll trim that
God-forsaken shrubbery with my bare hands
Just to show you that I am grateful for
All that you have done
It's been infinities since anyone has gotten me
To that level of determination; ruining various parts
Of myself to prove my love to them and give them
The chance to do the same
Oh, how horribly all of those stories have ende
There is only one thing that
Takes my mind off how
Pathetic I truly am:
Art
Abstractions on canvases
Stunning views of landscapes
Stories crafted from hardships
Words used to articulate inner struggles and triumphs
Rhythms and lyrics that sooth and educate
Creatures and personas designed by hearts and minds
These are what send me to a place
Far, far away from myself
A place where I can treasure the essences of others,
Yet my own without that demon shouting all of my imperfections
Perhaps this is the Lord's way of getting me to become closer to others
Without making me vulnerable, able to be destroyed in a matter of milliseconds
Or maybe i
Unreal gift
Hearts stuck together
Future full of jubilation
Past locked away; toxic treasures
Years, miles, adventures
Times of sentient crystals floating
Free from those panopticons
A constant "Thank you"
Nearing the decade
Dreams now melting
Stale affection
Blooming hardships
Dead career
Dull town
Declining health
Divorce crawling out of the shrubbery
How?
When?
Why?
Never again?
Drifting into a sea of lava
Accepting the razor-sharp reality
Both universes have settled
A most mature death
The feeling of being desired;
In the heart and on the flesh
The excitement of what's coming next;
New games and sensations
The special treat to the vessel;
Pleasure unlike any other
A common component to
A common path: Growing up
It's not always primal
Though, many have watered it down
To that simple story
Here, it's much deeper
A need to fill cognitive canyons
A curiosity that only grew with time
And from tales of beasts and normies
Also, one of the many things that will
Bring a sense of development
Few understand
Most have it like food
Underneath the line
Outside of the circle
Patience gone
Shame comfortable
Stray cat urges
Tiny mon