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“All this was built in the Middle Ages... so stop judging people because of their age!”
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Porto famous buildings, Portugal (2019)
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Iceland 2022. #iceland #islande #church #blackandwhite #photography #travel #roadtrip #sony #sonya7 #minolta (à Iceland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmtAvjbIa4Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Iceland 2022. #iceland #islande #photography #blackandwhite #church #landscape #sony #minolta (à Iceland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmtDZvvIC8D/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Idk if people who aren't from the south will get this, but the pentecostal church is a NIGHTMARE for restaurant workers. Where I work closes about 30 minutes after our local churches session gets out. So on nights like tonight, I spend an extra almost 2 hours past when I would normally get done cleaning and closing. Them leaving messes is one thing, but it's mostly that they just stay for HOURS. I think our latest table stayed a little over an hour past close (and they had been there early). They also just don't tip. I have not worked a single church rush where I get tipped, with the occasional 1 dollar left on a table. And these people are ASSHOLES too. It's just pure entitlement with them. And we don't shut down anything before close, we run 100% operational all hours. So it's not that our service is slow or substandard, these people just want to be pissy. And it's not a "im queer and hate religion" thing, my dumb ass is religious!!!!!! These people are just genuinely hateful
Obsession, the series
Archive #11 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: Here is the abstract and all three poems combined. I personally feel like there is a difference to when you read the poems separately, versus reading it all together in one sitting. Let me know what you think. I actually have a story inspired by these poems, if you are interested in me posting it, let me know! Enjoy :)
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Abstract
When one compares their dependency on an item or being with an unhealthy tendency to forget the importance of being their own person. A siren is known for the obsession she produces just from singing; while a place of holiness can be known for saving those that have no other place to go. Obsession and adoration are two separate things, but sometimes the siren can be merely adored… while the building is seen as a cult designed for obsession. The comparison of the siren and church to the human's dependent heart is a wake up call for those who allow themselves to serve no other purpose than living in someone else’s life.
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Obsession
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Woe the building that falls
To seek a soul whose pictured as gold,
makes artless mortals sway.
The siren theory is embodied as a place—
that is known for its embrace…
of worship, importune and obsession.
But to pray to who is equivocal…
they’re merely a god, merely a question.
You can’t treat a person like a church possession—
the inner walls creak and moan
against the protest and crack of bone.
Nicknamed Dulia for its glory,
but it drowns those who try to adore thee.
The plafond above our heads sing in pressure–
haunting the thought of being crushed.
Whilst they cry for their successor,
dust floated towards the exit as if being rushed.
The sky tends to fall away;
clouds imitate a chevet.
The sight itself creates much dismay,
but time is an illusion…
oh, such betray.
But what a church with no heaven?
Sky, empyrean, and the ether
don’t judge a star's demeanour!
Aperture with glass framework–
edging feelings with a smirk.
Reflection shows a shining gleam,
but true colour is never seen.
The sun has a shaded costume
using the moon as hecatomb.
It may use perfume as a facade…
but mien flares hearts exerting ballade.
If darkness plummets beneath our feet
may I pray for a deathless greet.
The devotee,
limp in their extremities,
served one purpose…and failed.
It drifted into sea like a dead anemone–
with no avail or memory.
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Infatuation
Summersweet, white alder, pepper bush—
wind that blows bouquets away with a swoosh.
A church, the ocean and the utter devotion
such words that are unremittingly
used and mentioned.
You must be annoyed and sick of the voices
telling you about the, oh so many choices…
that you can take.
It makes your cliff shake and ache against the currents
you’re trying to break.
Hundred of shouts turns into a song
while you still can’t get along—
with yourself and the image
that you portray as a sailor, paying primage.
You can’t love a siren,
moreover cage them in a shrine to admire in.
They didn’t draw you in with their beauty,
they were just on death duty.
Artless feelings are sweet and dependent
until you sneeze and crush flowers gifted,
not to the loved one but to the church—
a place of worship but for a search…
of pathetic purpose.
Arson ash that coughs up the lungs
makes heartthrobs hold their tongues.
It’s been so long since the reminiscence,
but existence with omniscience means that
one can’t help those that don’t want it.
Sailors should save those words for those who admit it.
Repetition shows a mind not working—
hiding behind the words of formal glory.
When the time comes that you consider your fate,
please stop placing your heart on a plate.
Not everything is worth dying for, therefore
realise this before you bleed even more.
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Siren's Curse
The feeling stills,
located deep in the heart and
washed away by emotions that don't depart.
Such betray hasn’t been seen
in years and years, oh it’s been centuries.
It’s not about creed
nor about faith,
but why does the siren continue to retaliate?
They don’t seek will or adoration,
but only sailors' shallow empty emotions.
Thus, greed is not a problem,
just a solution with an astrobleme.
The star-shaped wound within the heart
drowns out singing and works of art.
They focus on sole possessions, a measly painting
rather than just forever self-changing.
A place verses a person can be quite the personification
for a future naive adorer’s destination.
You compare a holy place
with a person that has no proper face.
A sailor counts
and so does a siren,
so don’t you dare postpone your responsibilities by naming it Psyren.
Yet you put them on top, as if an angel
told you that evil is an archangel.
Connections from siren to god
is a mockery for those that don’t have a facade.
Love yourself for what it’s worth–
not for the punishment of your birth.
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“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but one of power, love, and sound judgment.”
2 Timothy 1:7 CSB
AHHHHH I'M SO EXCITED!!!
I just had a meeting with my Pastor and I'll be recieved into my new Church this Sunday!
BUT THEN he said, "I was looking over your paper about ways you would be interested in serving the Church, and I have an opportunity for you, if you want it." And he told me about a Bible discussion group the Church wants to start with some of the teens in the congregation! It's a more group lead type Bible discussion, but they need a facilitator to help and guide the discussions, and Pastor thought that I would be a good fit because of how close I am to their age and how I want to become a teacher! It probably helps that I used to help with Children's Church back in my old congregation, too, but I've never worked with teenagers before, so this is a bit new for me!
We don't have a start date yet and it's on Zoom so I have to learn how to use that but some people already said they would give it a try.
I'M SO EXCITED!!!! 😁😁😁😁
How does one politely tell their choir director that they will not be attending the practice in between services because the church Christmas breakfast is happening at the same time, and there will be puppies there, and you will be playing with the puppies instead? Asking for a friend.
Looking for the answers!
Abandoned church, North Carolina
Andrew Moore, Golden Valley Norwegian Lutheran Church, Perkins County, South Dakota, 2013
Old Sheldon Church Ruins, South Carolina