Uncosumed

 Of the many items

that horn a life

to full living,

forgetting

is underrated.

I laugh 

at the so-called 

chief of the world

for 

i have learnt that 

God rewards 

me by time,

through the growth of the seeds of my effort

Satan,

the so-called chief of the world 

Go away now.

A cat that 

looked like  a lion

in an environment 

were 

it was 

appreciated.

Image by Anna

 Its the 17th of october 

and from today 

on to 

the end of worlds,

i want feelings,

to be the only language 

i speak.

Nothing less,

nothing much.

Image by Лечение наркомании from Pixabay

 the easier path 

is to

abandon this whole

God thing.

the only path 

is to 

grip tight to the 

wholeness 

of God.

I will try,

ooh Lord,

you know that my 

soul longs 

to try.

 You were a part of me, 

but rarely

did i feel the instinct

that I 

for one,

was a part of you.

But 

It was,

as they say-

Love,

between us.

Image by kirill_makes_pics from Pixabay

 As the worst moments

anchor me

to thoughts that

You have forsaken

me,

let these bright glimpses

of life

remind me

that You will see me through

all that life

tries to bury me in,

and, like the

rock Peter,

allow me to say that

I love You, Lord.

I stumbled

trying to love you, 

forgive me.

I could not love you 

as you 

wished and dreamt.

I came short of 

your kind of 

love.

oImage by Małgorzata Tomczak from Pixabay

I really don't think

I will need a preacher man
to pray for me
in that casket,
for man,

if I never did plead
to God for
myself'

if I never showed up as
an upholder of a one, Him,

if I roller-coasted in my
trespasses through the days
and
nights
of my existence.

No amount of preacher man's
prayer will
make the most high
reconsider
my fate after
here.

Image by keesluising from Pixabay

In the end 

you must 

be 

consumed by 

these people 

or else

you are not 

of 

use.

Image by Michal Jarmoluk from Pixabay

On the world stage,

we can't
assemble and
mistake

or else
we shall be detested
and vomited
and distanced

but,

they say mistakes
are the most crucial part of
lessons.

Image by Claudio Bianchi from Pixabay

 I will love you,

just dont 

forget,

that I am human,

thus, even 

in love 

i might be hindered by limitations.

So be it, that you love me anyway.

Image by komsky from Pixabay

It’s only the blind

who can hand over a heart

in exchange

for love.

And their hearts,

for centuries,

has been nothing but

a victim of cruelty,

of endless torments.

In one end,

the man believes

before he ends

in another end,

the man ends

before he believes.

But in both,

the man ends.

And in both,

the man may not get hold

of what he believes in.

What you want,

you can't grasp,

if at all

it's placed

in the minds,

hearts,

and bodies of people.

What you want,

you won't grasp.

Image by Victoria from Pixabay

In this scattered 

brain of mine,

I hope,

that 

i wont lose 

hope any more .

Image by Nhat Vu from Pixabay

Run like
the blind,
dance like the deaf.

Believe
like a juvenile,
and like terror,
bombard
and explode
where
need be.

                                                                               Shed.

       

Shed is a manual email and Whatsapp system that’s free-no subscriptions, no spam, no ads. Just a simple chat space for those feeling low and uncertain.

It has three paths, each inspired by my own life experiences:

• Deep Talk
  Sometimes, I just crave a chat where I can sit down and laugh at the unfairness of life, talk about anything, or rant about failures and stuff. But there was no one to run to. That’s how Deep Talk was born-a space for when you need that kind of conversation. It's just one email away, and it’s human.

• Assurance
  In this struggle of life, there were times I made decisions and just wanted one person to tell me, “You did the right thing.” But that person was nowhere to be found.
  I remember breaking up with my toxic girlfriend and running to my best friend, hoping for some support. Instead, he hit me with, “You’ve lost a beautiful girl. Who will love you besides her?” It hurt even more and made me question my decision, even though, looking back, it was the best choice I ever made.
  Assurance is for moments like that-even if you messed up, we can laugh it off, craft an apology, and then admit, “Shit, they deserved it!” Hahaha.

• Assessment
  Now, this one’s a bit technical, even though I didn’t want it to be.
  I realized that every time someone asked me a question, trying to answer it made me see parts of my life more clearly.
  Like when someone asks, “What’s your favorite film?” and I think Stalker or The Turin Horse, it takes me back to why I love those films-and sometimes, it’s hard to decide which is which.
  So, Assessment is like a wannabe therapy-but let me be clear, it’s not therapy.
  I ask questions, and as you answer them, you might start to piece together little segments of yourself. The questions are just a way for you to realize more about who you are.

All of this is free-no subscriptions, no spam, no endless ads.
It’s just something I’ve wanted to start for a long time, and well-boom-I’ve started it.

How it works:

• Send a simple hi to rantandreleasespace@gmail.com.

• Choose which of the three paths you want.

• Send a hi to that path’s email.

Just keep in mind, replies might delay a bit, but they’ll definitely come. No strings attached.
Thank you for being here.

-Amon Ananias. Shed by Lifepath

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Shed is a reflective space under Lifepath. It exists for sharing words, ideas, and creative works. It is not a therapeutic, medical, or legal service.

There is love 

and 

there is felony.

and both can come to you at once 

when, 

when in a season of 

adversity.

In the insane 

I found comfort man, 

and in the 

addicts.

There was some 

truth floating  at last 

in words 

of people.

The bet is not to be won 

but rather to be lived.

thats the gamble of life.

Image by Igor Ovsyannykov from Pixabay

Rebel against something today.

Not to feel cheesy,

but maybe ,

just maybe ,

it’ll be the beginning of something you.

And no,

this isn’t motivation.

This is a battle note.

What's heartbreaking

is,

that some don't

even understand

the love

they demand

and desire

to

be given

and this has tremendously

led to more

oceans of sorrow

and

unbearable pain.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

 And the prominent 

question man

is not in who 

loves us,

but 

in who returns 

the love 

when we offer 

it first.

And they blamed God

for the atrocities

they inflicted on themselves,

human to human.

They asked

why He looked on

as they dismantled each other.

They couldn't even

use right

the thing they bragged about:

free will.

"God, intervene" -

their excuses are

their acceptances

that they can't be

without You.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

I  have to realize,

that anything I do now

amounts to something greater.

A good sleep,

an understanding

that I am human, after all,

a walk through quiet forests.

These things

are of great help to me,

even when they earn me

none of the dimes

often needed

to pull myself out

of this abyss.

 Words like stone.

Death will find me dead.

Fear is long gone.

Image by Leroy Skalstad from Pixabay

Flower Garden.

Isn’t this what the world has become?

Image by Thanks for your Likes from Pixabay

Whispers of a little girl.

should I pray in an opposite manner now?

                                                      Image by Pexels from Pixabay

 Forget my name.

Together, i am isolated.

Alone, i bloom.

                           Image by Mariya Muschard from Pixabay

 People Will Never Look like Flowers.

Death is all I wanna

test now

i have had a glimpse

at everything

possible.

Death can you find

me please?

                          Image by Dominik Hatttenberger from Pixabay

 GOD.

God or No God ?

No God.

Well, No GOD !

no Existence 

no Love 

no Science 

no Atheism 

no Self

no Facebook

...so well then, 

GOD.

                        Image by Muhittin KARABULUT from Pixabay

 Man on a train.

After all, writing isn’t

the whole damn world.

Fuck this writer’s block.

I’ll walk around,

watch Béla Tarr or Andrei.

I’ll call Joyce

she never runs out of words.

Or I’ll sleep it off,

because I refuse

to let a blank page

make me consider

the unthinkable.