Sunafterwinter - Sun.after.winter

The other day I came up with this extremely derpy idea and chuckled to myself, so now it's an extremely derpy comic

Hey can i rip your wings off? Haha sorry that was wierd. Can i tear your halo from your head? Haha omg that was so random. Can i tear the divinity from your wretched form, removing you from the guiding hand and will of that which made you? Can i supplant your divine spark with wires and cables? Can i replace your golden halo with a golden circuitboard? Hypothetically

You ask me why I like you, and the words feel too earthbound—like cupping water in your palms and calling it the sea.

I could tell you about the way your voice feels like a lighthouse calling me home, or how your laugh cracks open my ribs, letting the wildflowers inside me bloom.

But none of it would be enough, not for this, not for you.

I like you because the world tilts in your direction, because every word you speak feels like the first page of a story I’ve always wanted to read.

And if I had no words, only silence, I’d still find a way to show you: my gaze resting, my breath steady, my being leaning toward you, always.

I love people.

Faith

By sun.after.winter

The sides draw closer

Repulsion and longing,

Back and forth, back and forth

Tossing me out to sea

It's been so long,

Years it's been encroaching

Crawling, wave by wave, ever closer

To drown - or to fly

Do I turn back, or do I turn my back

Symbols that once meant so much -

Safety, love, hope, closeness

Now a symbol taunting me, to choose

He's god, he's love, he's hope, he's resilience

So why do I hold back?

Am I still his child?

Loveless, as I am.

Picking and choosing between his words, his laws,

Simply so I can belong?

Ghostly Stones - Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Ancient stones of marble and granite,

barely upright over the souls they've known,

erected to remember, but more often forgotten,

faded by sun, stained by pollution and rain.

Their surfaces marred by time's non-judgemental hand,

etched with memories, but barely still stand,

bearing witness to the ghosts of old,

anchored to bones six feet below.

These stones, once adored and polished to shine,

now weathered, cracked, and worn with time,

still scream for acknowledgements of those who've passed,

their presence lost, like whispers in the wind.

But their effigy remains, etched deep in stone,

a testament to the lives once known,

to the loves and losses, joys and tears,

of the souls who once walked here.

These stones may be forgotten by most,

but for those who listen, they still boast

of the echoes of the past, forever bound,

to these ancient marble and granite stones above ground.

Not Enough to Save You

god loves you, they say, in whispers soft and light,

but love, it seems, is distant in the night.

a hand extended, just out of reach,

a promise held but never to beseech.

he watches close, with eyes like distant stars,

but you bear the burden of your scars.

you cry for mercy, hope for grace,

yet stand alone in this empty space.

the love they preach, a tether thin,

won't pull you out from where you've been.

you're left to walk the roads you pave,

god loves you—just not enough to save.

so tread the world with weary feet,

the love you seek, you may not meet.

for heaven waits beyond the sky,

but here on earth, you're left to try.

- me.

Late nights and Would you rathers

Technically true.