A. Aamir

God is a piece of choclate

M. Rose

Logic dictates atheism

Faith is equated with fairies and zodiac

Parlor tricks sold to those sitting in pews

Every Sunday, every Sunday

 

Heaven is rotting in dirt,

buried below a tree that grows from a ribcage.

Living is only a side effect of dying

with an Icarus complex.

 

when baptized as a baby,

my head couldn’t hold itself up;

the church claimed another soul

to send dancing to the Morning Star

 

can you see the lord’s face

without loving someone?

there are proverbs that would beg

to differ.

 

the line between myth and miracle

lives in the crawlspace

of arteries and armies

constructed in heresy’s blood trail.

belief is not comprised of white-out;

sins are not a word document

not rough drafts for rewriting:

morality is abstract and true.

 

grantaire’s lack of cross

is mine to bear in due time.

not a believer, a anti-leader

of nihilism and despair

 

the sole spiritual experience

was switzerland’s gift.

perhaps it is a lack of oxygen but I think

god is a piece of chocolate

 

a life’s working theory

in midnight realizations and caffeine

a story to be continued

or not

A Visit to the Past

M. Amaya

So she looks out at the world

Although she does not see

She perceives all as good

But darling, how big of a fool can you be?

Open your eyes, observe what you should

Those you think who help you will hurt you

Keep your walls up, that is the key

Listen to all but tell none

Not a soul, to no one you should speak

For they will take and take

They'll suck out your insides and won't let you be

Man down, I'm down,

I took too long to warn me 

A. Aamir

Falling Leaves

 

A. Titova

 

O. Sysak